(Note: All of the characters in this story are fictional, bearing no resemblance to anyone living or dead, and they are all at least 18 years of age.)
In the morning Jules dragged himself from bed. He was exhausted, burned beyond recognition from the Delphia blowjob sessions, his penis a ragged piece of sausage dangling between his legs. His face was ashen, his demeanor listless. Yet Jules was wildly exuberant. For the first time in his life a raging erection failed to waken him from his slumber. He'd been righteously siphoned.
Abby Kittridge, his mother, called him to breakfast and Bible study. Jules washed up, then dressed for the Sunday Kingdom Hall service. The morning's exuberance slowly dissipated before his pangs of Christian conscience. He was sure that, at some point, his newfound mania for poonan would be found out by church authorities. Whereas before the loss of his virginity Jules was an eager participant in the family's religious activities, he now dreaded attending meetings, convicted by the consciousness of sin.
There was little he could do about it now. Delphia's aromatic pussy called him daily with its siren's song. He was going to answer that call come hell or high water. Yesterday's blowjob sessions exposed him to new vistas of sensuality. What had she called it? Bukkake? The vision of his girlfriend's face covered in white, creamy jism aroused him even now. She was a constant source of thrill. Jules had the Sunday meeting scheduled in the morning and field service planned for the entire afternoon.
Jules had to admit that he'd rather be blown.
Jules had an older sister, Nancy, still living at home. He had a younger sister and a younger brother, Jill and James, too. Of these, Jules was closest to Nancy. She looked at him now as they sat for breakfast, sensing something amiss. Jules was giving a weird vibe. He'd been acting strangely lately. Nancy made up her mind to approach him about it.
The family finished breakfast together and headed off to Kingdom Hall. Jules was responsible for passing the microphone about as audience members recited pre-printed answers from the Watchtower magazine. There were no random doctrinal questions accepted from the random members of the congregation; only such questions as posed by the study coordinator were allowed. Such one-way conversations passed as Bible study.
Jules was not paying attention in any case. He gave a perfunctory answer to paragraph ten from the study article. This was the minimum expected from such an up and comer.
After the meeting Jules arranged with the elders (of which his father was one) to go out in field service. Jules did his bit to further the evangelical aims of the church. By the time they returned home it was almost five p.m. Jules headed straight to bed, foregoing dinner. Nancy took this as another sign. Jules always did have a good appetite.
Nancy waited until their parents dressed for bed before approaching him. Several hours later Jules was dead asleep.
"Jules. JULESY!! Wake up. We have to talk."
Jules rolled over. At first he thought it very late. He thought the hand rousting his shoulder was Delphia's. How she'd gotten in without him leaving the back door open didn't occur to him. In any case, Jules was ready to fuck. When he cracked his eyes open he found his older sister sitting alongside his bed. Jules was disappointed.
"Hmmmm? What's up, Nan? I was asleep here."
He rolled over. Nancy could see that he was massively erect. Not unusual for a young man, but such things weren't discussed in the Kittridge household. Nancy looked away discreetly. Only then did Jules notice his boner.
"Oh. Sorry," he said, stuffing his penis down the line of his thigh.
"How do you live with those things?" Nancy laughed.
Jules looked down in embarrassment. He ignored her comment.
"What's up, Nan?"
