"Damn," Scott thought to himself, "one week up at school and my fucking parents demand I come home for the weekend." He even had tickets to the football game, but no, he had to come home and help with the hurricane cleanup. So now he was stuck here with no electricity, meaning no A/C, no TV, no computer, no internet and now that his cell phone needed charging, no cell phone.
Since he broke up with his girlfriend there had also been no sex now for what, fucking a month. Well, there was sex, but at this point, after all he had done with his girlfriend jacking off just didn't count. Besides without DVD and the internet the only porn he could scrape together was a Playboy his dad had been saving, some special edition with the girls of the Big Twelve.
Sitting on the couch he leafed through the magazine, trying to find at least something to get himself worked up about while his parents were out chasing down some supplies at the FEMA sites. The only other person around was his sister, that tease of a cunt who last semester slipped into the bathroom, gave him a blowjob and then practically dared him to come join her in the shower. Well, he hadn't got close to her since. She spent that night at a friend's and then she was off here and there until school started.
She was now going to the same university as Scott, but, although they rode together, she brought along a friend and once they got to school they were at different corners of the campus. Even coming home for the hurricane they had someone along, otherwise Scott would have done her on the way home. Even now he had no idea where she was at until:
"Sitting like that I can practically see everything you have," came a voice from the doorway.
"Well after you walked in on my bath that time I figure I have no secrets from you," he replied, reaching down and adjusting his erection.
"Oh, that's even better, why not just whip it out?"
"And what if I did?"
"Well who knows, I just might..."
"You just might... yeah, just like last time. You suck me off and when I come to see you, you are gone."
"Yeah, about that, I meant..."
"What did you mean?"
"I wanted to talk... I was afraid."
"Afraid, you grab my cock, stroke it up and down, slip in your mouth and swallow my cum, hell my girlfriend wouldn't even do that."
"I didn't want you to think I was a slut, a slut like that girlfriend of yours," she said crying.
Dropping the magazine, he stood up, took her in his arms and said, "Come on Jeanie, I wouldn't think that."
"That's the only thing I have done, I mean with my boyfriends. I'll use my hands to make them come, and used my mouth only once or twice."
"You seemed so good at it," Scott said, remembering the time in the bath tub.
