This is a short, one-handed stroker…especially if you fantasize about your curvy sister!
All characters are over the age of 18.
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"Aarrgghhh! Fuck me!"
Breanna was more than a little angry about what she saw in the dryer. Both her clothes and the drum were coated with patches of her favorite chocolate. Not only were her clothes possibly ruined; but she also had a major cleaning job ahead of her, and she was down one candy bar.
She had arrived home amid a downpour. During the short dash from her car to the house, she became soaked. Her zippered hoodie took the brunt of the rain, but her shirt and shorts were speckled with wet spots. The house was empty, so she had stood in the laundry room and stripped out of her clothes. She threw them in the dryer and pushed the start button. In her frustration, she forgot about the chocolate bar in the pocket of the hoodie.
With her clothes drying, she had gone to the bathroom to dry her hair. Once that was done, she went to her room and slipped into an oversized T-shirt. That's when she smelled warm chocolate. At first, she was confused. Had her mom arrived home and decided to cook something with chocolate in it? A glance at the clock on her nightstand told her that it was almost two hours before her mom would arrive.
It suddenly hit her like a case of her favorite mint chocolate cookies, and she dashed for the laundry room. Flinging open the dryer door, she uttered a scream capable of ruining a soufflé. She cursed, stomped, and pounded her fist on top of the dryer, generally throwing a proper hissy fit. Once she had exhausted her anger, she gathered the contents of the dryer and gingerly moved them to the washer while being careful not to get chocolate on her clean shirt. After squirting pre-treatment on the patches of chocolate stain, she filled the washer and let the clothes soak.
She figured that it would be easier to get the dryer cleaned while it was still warm, so she retrieved a full roll of paper towels and a bottle of spray cleaner from the kitchen and knelt in front of the dryer. With a handful of paper towels, she wriggled her upper body inside.
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"Hey, think your sister is home?"
"None of your business, asshole."
"Yeah, well, her
asshole
is the only hole I've not put my cock in. I'd like to remedy that situation."
"JJ, I love you like a brother, but keep your little dick outta my sister."
Zach stepped out of JJ's car, swung the door shut, and turned toward the front of his parent's house.
"She's unbelievably tight and sweet as a Georgia peach, Zach!" JJ shouted out the window. "And she has the softest mouth!"
Zach put a hand behind him and gave his friend the one-finger salute. He heard JJ laughing as he drove away.
In the kitchen, Zach grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and a couple of cookies from the container on the counter. He headed for his room but paused. He thought he heard a grumbling voice coming from the laundry room, so he detoured to investigate and paused in the doorway.
There was his sister, Breanna, on her knees, half of her body in the dryer. The parts he could see were wiggling, as if she was moving to unheard music. But the grumbling sound told him she was not enjoying whatever she was doing.
He leaned against the door frame and bit into a cookie. It was a bit dry, so he opened the bottled water and took a sip. All the while, his sister was grouching and shaking her ass at him.
At first, Zach found the sight amusing and wondered what happened that brought her to this situation. But after a few minutes, he found himself becoming aroused. JJ's words came back to him.
Unbelievably tight, and sweet as a Georgia peach
.
She did look good. Her wide hips looked perfect for grabbing onto and giving her a good pounding, and her plump ass would provide plenty of cushion. Her thick thighs shimmied as she moved, and he imagined them clamping his ears as his tongue dove into her cunt. Contrasting with the sexy image of her shaking, she wore white panties and white ankle socks. Zach always thought that white underwear gave off an aura of innocence.
He finished the cookie and swiped his hand across his shorts to dust the crumbs from his fingers. His cock was growing uncomfortable, so he reached in and adjusted himself. That simple act, and the image of his sister, resulted in his cock growing to its full length. He'd often thought about his sister when he stroked his cock. She was a couple of years younger than him, and her plush body had curves in exactly the right places.
Zach took a couple of steps forward and knelt behind her. He gazed intently at the white triangle that covered her sex. He saw no trace of hair around the outside.
Does she shave?
he wondered. The narrow ribbon of fabric that disappeared between her cheeks tempted him like the loose end of a bow securing a mysterious package. He stood and stepped up behind her, one foot between her calves.
"Hey, sis," he growled.
Breanna squealed and jerked. He heard what sounded like her head striking the inner drum.
"Zach! When did you get home?" she asked. Her voice sounded odd as it bounced around inside the dryer.
"A few minutes ago. Whatcha doin'?"
