→June 8th, 2020 @ 6:41 A.M
Three minutes to sunrise and who should slink through the halls but the older sister--Nova-- with the odor of a hard night of drinking, dancing and whatever else the promiscuous queen did, still cling to her skin. She did away with her chunky heeled shoes before she walked through the door, hooking her finger through the dangling straps as she padded in ripped thigh highs. As she passed her bedroom, the creeping fiancée found her lover fast asleep still, as expected. She decided not to stop there, heading for the shower to wash away the sins of the night first and foremost. She slipped out her clingy black dress, stained with spilled liquor (among other more suspicious things in questionable places), balling it up thoroughly before hurling it in the little hamper situated underneath the pedestal sink.
Twenty minutes go by; Nova steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a white bath towel, leaving a wet trail of footsteps that lead back to her room. She staggered in, letting the towel drop to her floor, shutting the door enough to let a crack of light pierce through. Nova clumsily climbed into bed next to her man as he slept on his side, facing away from the door. Her hands slid the covers off his body, finding him favorably nude already. Nova licked her lips and crawled down to lay parallel to him, now eye-level with his semi-erect phallus resting lethargically against his thigh. She licked her lips before taking him in her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly but she stopped to smack her lips when a strange taste dotted her tongue.
"What the...what is that?" she breathed to herself, her words still slurred from pickling her brain the night prior; Nova moved her gaze closer to inspect the weird texture rimming his cock head and sporadically along his shaft.
Still, it didn't deter her for long; Nova shrugged, coming to the (wrongful) conclusion,
"Must've got impatient waiting for me to come and took care of himself with some that leftover "cherry" flavored lube. Poor baby."
Her mouth worked over his resurgent scepter cleaning off the remnant juices off his love gun before rolling him onto his back. She hiked up her dress, revealing she had forgone wearing panties long before she snuck back in, throwing her chubby leg over him to mount him. She knelt there, dropping her chubby bum onto him until his sword slid to its hilt. The deviant sister pressed her hands on his chest as she rocked atop him to stir his upright peg into her slippery snatch, picking up speed & intensity. It didn't wake him at first, her sinuate movement was kept in check until he squirmed under her, achieving just the right angle deep in her core; after that, she threw the burden of restraint off her buxom body, only concerned with her own satisfaction by then. Graham took a sharp inhale through his nose, yawned wide then groggily opened his eyes. The realization of what was happening roused him from sleep better than any cup of coffee ever could; he opened his mouth to speak up but Nova clapped a hand over it to make sure that didn't happen.
"Shhhhh, let me finish." The selfish strumpet shushed him, throwing her head back with a curtain of honey brown hair arcing above her.
Scooting her chunky derriere along his hips, Nova balled some of his chest hair in her fist as she came. Violently. So loud, in fact, that her voice carried throughout the halls, filling the house with the sounds of Nova's imposed passions.
[Did she just...--Graham could scarcely believe what happened, even as she grabbed for his hand to shove his thumb in her mouth as her stolen orgasm tore through her in little convulsing aftershocks.]
While Nova enjoyed herself, the used man lay there staring up completely shell-shocked; he didn't cum with her, not that she bothered to check. Instead, she removed her hand from his mouth and dismounted him as if he were a work-horse she was done using for the day. A yawn poured out of her, she rolled over onto her side with her back to him and, within a minute, her snores cut through the silence.
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Eh, I suppose that's karma for what I did earlier, though I doubt she has any clue I just fucked her sister in two different beds...which you just licked off me. Heh, actually I think I still came out on top (and that's a twofer, ladies & gentlemen
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Graham thought as the snuffling in her sleep created a new soundtrack for the bedroom. After that, he wasn't sure he could go back to sleep; so Graham--making sure Nova had fallen asleep now--rolled out of bed and gathered some comfy clothes onto himself to start his morning. The sun's arc poured through a rolling fog that settled like a cottony blanket over the valley, leaving the streets in a dreamlike haze; Graham rubbed his eyes with his hand's heels, clearing his throat of phlegm from the short period he managed to sleep. He stepped into a pair of grey sweatshorts from off the floor, opened the top drawer of his dress to snatch a plain black singlet to throw over his head. Down the stairs he went, wandering back into the kitchen to start a fresh pot of coffee.
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Might as well, s'not like I'm getting back to sleep after that
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Graham reasoned, sleepily going through the motions of prepping the bold java that he hoped would reinvigorate him. One steaming pot of liquid lifeforce later, Graham nursed a mug of midnight black coffee in both hands as he shuffled back to the den. His mess from last night's dinner still waited for him on the edge of the coffee table; the defiled fiancé sighed then set his coffee down before stacking everything into a neat pile to bring into the kitchen. In walked the elderly grandmother, a woman with her long, grizzled hair tethered into a ponytail by a neon yellow hair tie to display her leathery face. Kind, dark eyes shone through like glossy obsidian marbles afloat in a sea tinged in the sickly, jaundice yellow of a heavy drinker.
"Errly tuh ryes tew, ah see! Gewd. Yuh ken tell mah lazy butt gran'daughter wen she fine'ly wakes up..." Nana, as she was called by everyone in the household, drawled on with a heavy West Virginia twang that dogged her every word,
"Lewis 'n' Vera plan ohn takin' ahh trip owt tuh tha sitty laturr ohn tuhdayy. So ya bettur mayke shur y'all arr reddy bai by 10 o'lock, awlriite? Weir awl sah-posed tuh bee goin', buh eef she hulds uss oup, wurr gunna leev hurr buh-hind."
Graham nodded, smiling quaintly at the retired matriarch who rifled through the cabinets until she found the perfect mug (one with a giant cross splashed across its side with the words, "THANK JESUS FOR COFFEE" under it); he watched her shuffle over to the coffee maker before exiting with his own personal porcelain savior in tow. Little by little, the rest of the house began to wake up in stages, perhaps drawn to the smell of freshly brewed joe floating throughout the cabin-style home's lofty halls. Nova--naturally-- was the last to join everyone, having descended the stairs half-asleep in a mismatched outfit he was sure she fished out of the dirty clothes hamper.
"Whuzz goin' on?" Nova asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as a jaw-stretching yawn followed, causing a shiver to tear through her barely clothed frame.
"According to Nana, your parents decided to take an impromptu trip up to Charleston. Today of all days." He barely slept after being ridden like a racehorse by Nova, the fog of insomnia made functioning unbearable, even with the aid of coffee.
"Oh, fuck that. I'm sitting this one out." She croaked with a thick rasp in her throat, dismissing the idea outright for a much-needed nap.
As if she cut through the sheer chaos of everyone waking at once, Vera nabbed her middle child by her chubby underarm,"It AIN'T an optional family gathering, sweetheart. Everybody's going."
"But Mommm..." Nova tried to stand up for herself but was interrupted by Vera's no-nonsense,
"Instead of jaw-jackin, you oughta be upstairs gettin' ready. 'Cuz lookin' hot or a hot mess, we're shoving you in that car at 10AM sharp and hitting the road." Vera stated without compromise or bargain.
Nova knew not to challenge her formidable mother, and so, she let out a disgusted groan then made her way back upstairs in a sulky huff. Vera's eyes watched her daughter until she disappeared into the bedroom, then replaced her focus on him.
"That goes for you too, sailor. Finish that coffee quick, then get your ass in gear." He watched her gaze wander down his body, stopping at the noticeable print of his semi-erection. "I've got designs for you today."
He wasn't sure what that meant, but at that particular moment Graham was too tired to investigate further. The couple-to-be took turns taking showering, Nova was practically in & out while Graham, on the other hand, spent a solid ten minutes just letting the scalding hot water crash down on him before he even began washing. The fish-out-of-water stepped out fifteen minutes later, scuttling around his fiancee to get ready. A commotion could be heard coming from downstairs, soon followed by the booming sound of Lewis's trademark laugh echoing the halls; with him, it seemed was none other than Boyd "the Cuck" Bennett had decided to tag along, as well.
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Heh. It'll be kinda funny sitting in a car with that clueless inbred knowing I fucked his woman like she was mine.
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His sinister streak rippled through his thoughts just as he turned back to the full-length mirror propped up against the wall in front of him. Graham's clothes were admittedly a bit too fancy for where they were going, at least by his standards. He threw on a lime green polo shirt that was tucked into slim leg khaki chinos, stepping into a pair of black with white trim boater shoes. In the reflection, he caught sight of Nova who decided on a red & black plaid flannel without a shirt or bra beneath, a pair of holey punk rock jeans and a pair of Doc Martens that clomped as she paced back and forth behind him.
"Since Boyd showed up, why don't we try for a double-date type sitch with Maggs? I'm sure there's a movie we can catch that all of us can agree on." Nova suggested, with naive optimism.
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