The day after I shot cum onto my girlfriend's younger sister I woke up early, or rather, got up early after a restless night. Anna had come home in the early morning hours and I feigned being asleep as my heart pounded with nervousness.
Once the clock read a semi-reasonable time to be up and about I slunk through the apartment as quietly as possible to the kitchen. I putzed around in the kitchen making coffee and putting together some breakfast for everyone.
As I was putting plates and coffee mugs onto the table I looked up and saw Amalia standing in the doorway.
"Good morning," she said as I stared open-mouthed at her nude form. She had placed her arms on the sides of the door frame showing off her toned athlete's body.
When my eyes could finally focus again I looked closer and thought I could see that she hadn't cleaned all of my cum off of her chest and shoulder, at least not all of it.
A closed-mouth chuckle was the response she gave to my silence before she gracefully stepped up to the table I was setting. She stuck her middle two fingers into the open container of strawberry jam, moaned the same way she did the night before, pulled them out, and stuck both fingers slowly into her mouth down to her third knuckle, moaning again. She pulled out her fingers with a pop and bounced off back to the bedroom across the hall and shut the door. I stared down at my tented trousers and debated making a pitstop to the bathroom before I shook my head and turned back to breakfast.
Ana came into the kitchen just after I was able to tame the beast between my legs through willpower I didn't know I had.
"Good morning," she said and stood on her toes to kiss my lips. "How was last night? You were both asleep by the time I got home"
My heart pounded in my chest.
"It was chill, I got home a little late from work so...you know"
My phone went off, thankful for the distraction I pulled it out of my pocket.
"Ah shit, I forgot that Mattias gave us tickets to that show tonight," I said
"Damnit, I'll be working late again tonight. I forgot about that" Ana said "Maybe take Amalia with you! That would be a lot of fun for her I think!"
"Oh, yeah...ok. We'll ask her when she gets up."
"I would love to go out with you tonight," she said as she floated into the kitchen, wearing clothes and a sexy smirk.
"Watch yourself now, he's mine!" Ana said with feigned anger and a pointed finger.
"I don't see your name on him anywhere."
"I'm booking a tattoo appointment for you asap." She giggled "I think 'ANA' would look great on your left butt cheek...or maybe your forehead!" Both sisters broke out in laughter and I smiled and swallowed the lump in my throat.
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I checked the pockets on my trousers for the important things for a third time - phone, keys, wallet, nicotine. I fixed my hair one more time then decided to just throw a hat on anyway.
"Are you ready?" I called out to the spare bedroom.
"I've been ready" Amalia answered back and stepped out of the room.
She was wearing black jean shorts that fit tightly to her muscular thighs, the black nylon tights she wore under those did little to hide the smooth paleness of her legs. A shiny rose gold top she wore with the top few buttons undone teased the black lace bra that covered those small perky tits I now knew.
It was a short walk to the student union building where the concert was held. We took the direct route and walked through the concrete canyon of the main road that my apartment sat along.
At the door, the bouncer checked our IDs and let Amalia know that she was only allowed in certain parts of the building. Some areas were eighteen and over and others were twenty and over, depending on the type of alcohol that was being served.
"Should we get a beer first?" I practically shouted over the loud music as we walked into the concert hall.
Amalia nodded her head yes and gave me an appreciative smile when I paid for both drinks.
"I don't usually drink, but tonight's a good night for a beer I think" she shouted back at me.
The line at the bar was long, but they were efficient. When I turned back with a beer in each hand I saw Amalia chatting animatedly with another girl. Shorter and stouter than Amalia, with a tan complexion, brown hair, and much bigger breasts she showed off with a tight, low-cut top.
"Hello," I said and handed a beer to Amalia.
"This is my friend Charlotte, we play football together."
"Oh cool, I'm..."