His sister was bouncing furiously on his cock, roughly pistoning up and down. He could see her glorious torso in full view as her hips danced on his lap. Her perfect large breasts swayed and her nipples made small circles in the air.
Luke moaned at the sight and the heat from her cunt that sheathed his shaft. His hands found her hips and he pulled her down even harder onto his dick.
"Fuck me," he growled. "You love my cock, don't you, my nasty girl."
"I do!" she screamed. "More, I want more!"
His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still. He slammed his pelvis up into her as hard as he possibly could. Her body jolted as she wailed in ecstasy with every thrust that felt like he was banging on a door inside of her.
"Oh my god, you know just what a slut needs," she howled. Her words were choppy as he used her.
He could feel her satin walls clamping down on his erection and her fluids trickling down his balls.
"Luke!" a voice called in the distance. "Luke! It's ten-thirty, get up."
His eyes shot open, ripping him from a vivid dreamland. He saw Amy's dresser sideways in his vision. His body was sunk into the air mattress that desperately needed to be inflated again.
He had dropped Amy off at school and returning for a few more hours of slumber on the uncomfortable air mattress had become the new morning ritual.
He turned his head, rubbing his eyes. His mother was standing in the doorway. He was suddenly acutely aware of his erection. He made sure to not turn over from his side.
"Hey, Mom," Luke mumbled.
"I just thought you wanted to get up before it gets too late and the day is wasted," Kathryn said.
"Yeah, thanks," his scratchy voice answered.
He turned his cheek back into the pillow, avoiding eye contact with his mother. He silently prayed that he hadn't been moaning in his sleep, and especially groaning his sister's name.
"You better not fall back asleep young man," his mother playfully chided him.
His member uncomfortably rubbed into the un-giving mattress as he kept himself curled and hidden from her view.
"I won't," he said. He forced himself to keep his eyes open. "Thanks for getting me up."
"No problem," Kathryn replied, and then returned to her office next door.
When he heard her take a seat in the office chair, Luke pulled himself out of bed. He went straight to Amy's laptop and turned it on. He waited for it to boot up, and then logged into his e-mail.
Besides the standard junk mail, he received an e-mail from Amy half an hour ago. He clicked it open.
He read it silently, "Hey you sleepy head. I wanted to tell you my panties have been soaked all day. I'll see you at 12:15. Do you remember the place I told you to meet me? Love, Amy."
Luke smiled to himself. All day yesterday, he and Amy had sent each other dirty e-mails while she was at school. She would tell him about the random filthy thoughts that crossed her mind in class.
Luke typed a reply, speaking the words in his mind as he wrote. "I just woke up from an amazing dream of you and I. The real thing is going to be a zillion times better in just a little while. I remember. I'll see you then. Keep those panties wet for me and your pussy wetter. I miss you."
He clicked send, and then made a special folder titled "Teaching Stuff," for the e-mails that were clogging his inbox. He didn't want to delete them and knew there would be plenty more to come. After moving all of the messages, he returned an e-mail to his roommate.
Amy felt her phone buzz in her backpack. It vibrated against the railing of her desk that her foot was wrapped around. She smiled, knowing who it was from.
She kept her eyes on her teacher, taking notes in a spiral notebook. She was one of the only students who still took handwritten notes. She had a firm belief that you absorbed more information through writing by hand.
Fingers pounded away on keys around her, background noise to the thoughts of how delicious her brother's semen tasted on her tongue. Her mouth watered at the thought of his hard flesh diving in and out of her mouth and the exquisite flavor of his spunk.
Amy realized she was drooling. She blushed and quickly wiped her mouth.
She shook off her thoughts for a few minutes and focused on the white board and her English teacher who was rambling on about Albert Camus' "The Stranger."
She diligently continued taking notes, but couldn't help her mind wandering to her brother. She squirmed in her seat and fought with herself to keep focus. She never had a problem paying attention in class until this week.
"I should have blown him this morning before we left," she thought. "Maybe, I should start doing that every day so I wouldn't feel so fucking horny like I do now."
Amy rested her cheek against her left hand, her other hand still writing in her spiral notebook. She rubbed her thighs together in attempt to release some of the tension in her body.
Her babbling mind continued its distraction, "Well no, that wouldn't help. I'd probably just want to lay in bed with him all day if I did that, needing more and more of his delicious seed. But, I should blow him in the mornings. I know he would love that. Well, if he could keep quiet while I did it."
She giggled to herself. When she realized she had done so out loud, she quickly covered her mouth.
Amy felt the eyes of her best friend, Kristy, on her and she looked over. The freckled redhead raised a brow and gave her a curious look. Amy shook her head and waved her hand slightly in front of her mouth.
Kristy didn't appear to be satisfied with that response. She kept her brow raised as she returned her brown eyes forward.
Amy forced herself to pay attention. She sat up straighter and pushed her glasses up on her nose. She quickly copied down the notes she had gotten behind on.
Her inner voice had other plans. "I need to suck his cock as much as possible in the next few weeks. God, I'm going to miss his cock. I'm going to miss him too, so fucking much. But, his penis is part of him, and goodness is it perfect."
Amy closed her blue eyes for a moment. She clearly saw her brother's manhood, making out every vein and ridge. She loved how soft his flesh was when it was thick and rigid. She imagined running the tip of her tongue ever so slowly up and down his length, teasing him until he was begging her to wrap her lips around it.
Amy imagined the adoring, loving, lustful, and amazed expression he had while she was servicing him. His eyes were glazed over and wide, always looking down at her. His mouth was open and groans openly escaped from it. The skin around his nose crinkled when he grunted and his nostrils flared. His hand softly petted her head. She loved seeing how much she pleased him and it was written all over his face.
She opened her eyes again once she felt fresh juices stain her silk panties. Her cheeks were hot and she quickly glanced to her friend sitting on her right. Kristy's eyes were still forward.
"Thank goodness," Amy silently said. "I need to keep myself under control, especially around Kristy or she's going to start asking me questions."
