I moved to his bed, sitting down as I brought the crusty sock to my nose again. God, he was so gross. So he expected either me or his mom to wash his nasty jizz socks for him? What an asshole. The least he could do was wash them himself. My hand slipped into my shorts, feeling how dirty my own laundry was becoming as I sniffed the sock some more. It really was such a repulsive odor. I wondered if he used a clean sock or used. I didn't detect any foot stench, which was a relief. Clean sock it was, then. Perhaps he even had specific socks just for cumming in?
I lay down and my fingers slipped into my panties, rubbing my slick arousal as I pressed his fouled sock to my nose. Truly, truly sickening, this sock. This thing had been on his dick, I realized. His big, dumb, juicy cock as he jacked off thinking dirty thoughts about hot girls. Had he used this last night? I'd heard him pleasure himself as soon as I'd left. I'd been on the other side of the door, doing the exact same thing. Arrogant prick had teased me with his boxers and used inception to make me think of his giant cock. What was even the point of having a cock that big? After the first few inches, the rest of it was kind of redundant. Like a giant mansion. Who even used all those rooms? I took another whiff, rubbing faster.
Stupid Drew with his big, dumb, throbbing cock. It probably drew a lot of blood from his brain, that's why he was such a butthead. All that blood to power his cock so that he could stroke it while thinking about me. He'd been thinking of me, right? That meant that this load here belonged to me. This jizz was mine. I moaned and took another drag of the sock, my pussy juices now audible as I masturbated. God, this was so frustrating. All this smelly cum trapped in this stupid sock, instead of... All he'd had to do was open the door, and--
The door opened just as I buried my nose in the sock, and I swear my eyes almost popped out of my head. I bolted upright, clutching the sock tightly to see Drew standing in the doorway. His eyes dropped to my crotch, and I hastily pulled my hand out of my shorts, wiping my nectar on his sheets. And now I was the nasty one. He spotted the sock in my hand, and I had half a second to register his intent before he dived for it, and we wrestled around as he tried to wrench it out of my grasp. I thrashed around, holding on to his dirty, used, stinking jizz sock...
I let go and he tossed it back into his hamper before turning back to me. He was straddling me on his bed, his giant cock making a giant bulge in his jeans as he towered over me. This was what it would look like if he took me to bed with the intention of skewering me on his thick manhood. I bit my lip and whimpered. Somebody kill me now.
"The hell were you doing?" he growled.
"You make your mom wash your jizz socks?" I accused.
"I do my own laundry! But maybe I should have you do it instead, since you like it so much."
My mouth clamped shut at that, and he softened. His expression, not his dick. Dick was even bigger now. "It... It's not what it looks like," I managed pathetically.
"Then what is it?" he murmured, reaching down and stroking himself through his pants.
"Ew, what are you doing?" I demanded, crawling back further onto his bed.
"I swear, little siblings really are all the same. This is
my
room. If you don't like it, you can get out." With that, he undid his pants and extracted his cock, which looked magnificent as it stood proud in front of me. I involuntarily licked my lips -- oh my fucking God -- and he looked surprised for a moment before affording himself a tiny smirk. "If you want it so bad... you can have it fresh..."
"We're not even going to pretend anymore...?" I whispered, my hand creeping back toward my shorts.
"I still have no idea why we feel this way," he replied, his voice gravelly. "We have no interest in each other, but... there's no denying how our bodies react to each other..."
"You're still a condescending jackass," I muttered, slipping my hand inside to tease my clit.
"You're still an irritable pipsqueak," he countered, wrapping his hand around the shaft and beginning to stroke at a leisurely pace.
"I wish you'd stop making fun of me and take me seriously for once."
"I wish you'd chill out and just laugh at my jokes."
While we each worked on ourselves, our eyes wandered to each other's crotches. I swallowed, wetting my lips as I watched his hand quicken on his rod. If his gross socks smelled so delicious, surely...
As if of the same mind, we each leaned forward, extending our free hand. I yanked down his jeans, freeing his balls to hang in all their glory, while he tugged my shorts off to expose my soaked pussy. And then our hands exchanged spots. Soaked in my nectar, my little hand settled on his massive cock, while his strong fingers began petting my tiny mound. God, our size difference was such a turn on-- Disturbing! It was disturbing. So disturbing, in fact, that I began moaning as he worked my bald puffy labia and he groaned while I lubed him up with my signature blend.
His cock was aimed right at my face, and I couldn't resist the urge to lean in for a little sniff. That led to a big sniff, and before I knew it, my nose was running along the top of his shaft as I got drunk off his musk. His free hand was cupped around the back of my neck. I swear my eyes were crossing. I thought all that stuff in porn was exaggerated, but... My willpower was still strong enough to keep my tongue off his inviting meat.
"Cherry..." he rasped, and my only other warning was two pulses of his sex. Fresh cum spurted out, spraying across my face in a nice even pattern. It was scalding, and the stench was milder than the sock. Intoxicatingly so, and I closed my eyes blissfully to receive more. Spasms gripped my body, and my thighs became damp as something soaked into his sheets. Oh God, his delicious cum was all over my face. I jacked him off harder, coaxing the last of his ejaculate out onto my waiting tongue, and I moaned in satisfaction. It tasted heavenly.
Just as I finished swallowing, I sobered up, and everything hit me all at once. With a quiet gasp, I scrambled to my feet and pulled my shorts up, dashing past him and out into the hall, into my own room. I slammed the door shut, eyes drifting to the ceiling as my mind reeled. What the fuck just happened?! I'd lost my mind and shared a moment with that asshole. His jism was still all over my face! I went to the bathroom to wash it off, but when I threw the door open, he did the same over on his end. We stared awkwardly at each other before both slamming our doors closed again.
How was I supposed to face him now?!
