It was about three days since me and Anya had our first anal experience. I was keen to know when she was going to let me back in there; all she had said was that she enjoyed it. I was going to ask her when we could do it again, but I thought I better not push my luck.
I was sitting in the lounge watching an episode of The Simpsons when Anya burst in jumping up and down in excitement. She was wearing a see through black jumper; with evidently no bra. Her boobs were jumping all over the place just like Anya. She had a pair of very tight blue jeans on, which looked great on her legs. She jumped in to my arms, and hugged me. I asked her what was up; well actually I asked her boobs. She lifted my head up to her eyes, and told me that her sister; Jenny was coming to stay.
I had once seen a photo of Jenny; she was quite a looker. I didn't know how old that photo was, but I hoped it was quite old because Jenny looked about 16 in there. But still bloody hot.
"Where's she gonna sleep? The guest bedroom isn't exactly that nice..." I asked reluctantly; hoping that the feeling I had was wrong...
Anya looked up to me in her puppy-dog face and fluttered her eyes lids. And scraped her finger nails down my chest.
"Damn,"
"Well would you rather me move back in to my old house for the weekend she's here?"
"No..."
"It's only for the weekend hon,"
"Oh alright..."
So it was the ghastly spare bedroom for the next weekend. And no sex. Well, maybe if Jenny woke up really late... But if she was anything like her sister she was up at the crack of dawn. I guess I would just have to fit in loads of sex before now (Wednesday) and Friday.
I later found out that Jenny was in fact 19, and she just looked really young. Anya told me that her flight was going to land at about 5:00pm and so she would be here at about 6:30pm. About 2hrs before Jenny was supposed to come I saw that Anya was getting ready to make some dinner; she was reaching in to the lower cupboard, probably searching for the pasta (The only thing Anya can make, and not burn). Her ass looked delicious; she was wearing the same outfit she had been wearing on Wednesday.
I put my hands on Anya's ass and squeezed her ass cheeks.
"I think I've got what you're looking for honey," Hey the cheesy lines always seem to work on Anya; too much pornos she's watched I guess.
"Get off! This isn't funny! I wanna make dinner myself; and I don't want a barbeque!" Anya quickly rose up, and turned to face me with a jar of pasta in her hand.
"Awwww hon! Just let me make the dinner; your expertises lie in other more important areas..." I leaned in to kiss her.
We kissed briefly, and Anya started to moan. She came back to reality rather quickly, and broke our kiss.
"No! I wanna make dinner today," she moaned I could tell that she too wanted some good sex, but unfortunately her priorities lay in other areas.