Of course it was cum. My prick was proud of it too. It was pressing hard against the front seam of my shorts and growing fast. The fabric concealing my erection was disappearing with every throb, jostle and pothole. He was inching closer to freedom.
"It looks like the laundry soap pod didn't dissolve all the way." I said as I pulled the stain to my face cupping it in my hand around my mouth and nose to get a good sniff. The smell of cum assaulted my nostrils. I sniffed in a couple more times for good measure. "Certainly smells like laundry soap."
"It doesn't fucking look like soap though." Pressed Sam from the passenger seat.
"Yeah, nice try Wes. If it's really not cum why don't you suck out the stain." Aunt Riley instigated from behind Sam.
"What if it's something toxic?"
"Highly unlikely. It's probably cum. Or some sort of food. To be clear my money's totally on cum though." Sam quipped.
"Or laundry soap. You forgot about laundry soap." I insisted.
"Yeah, nah, definitely cum. I've done enough laundry to know the difference between dry laundry detergent stains and my ex-husband's jizz stains. So stop stalling and just do it already." Riley was really pushing this hard. If I didn't do it they'd be relentless.
"It's not but fine. If sucking on my shirt will get you both off my back I'll do it."
They both watched intently as I plunged the stained fabric into my mouth soaking it in my saliva. I sucked on it for a minute pulling my dried semen out of the fabric and on to my tongue.
For the second time in an hour I was eating my cum in front of family. This was quickly becoming a habit. "It doesn't really taste like anything. You guys satisfied yet?" I mumbled through the drenched shirt in my mouth
"If only." What a poor choice of words on my part. "I can't tell you the last time I was really satisfied but I'll drop the cum debate. Shame I really thought it was. Must be losing my touch." Riley said sinking back into her seat. She inserted a pair of AirPods and disappeared from the conversation.
I shifted my attention to Sam "Well, I'm waiting".
"Yeah, I give up. You're the master debater." She quipped.
"You two are the absolute worst! Should have been sisters." I half whispered finally removing the shirt from my mouth. Sam smiled before turning her attention to a text she just received.
With both of them sufficiently distracted I tried wiggling back and forth to see if I could shimmy my shorts further away from the tip of my cock but it only served to constrict them more. With every adjustment I made my shorts tightens around my junk like a blood pressure cuff about to burst.
If my trouser snake wasn't noticeable before it sure as shit would be now. The full length and girth of my pulsating phallus was squishing hard between my left leg and the stretchy fabric like a sausage being squeezed into a casing.
I glanced down. Wow. The imprint was impressive. The way the stretchy material was pulled tight in this position was tugging at my dick in every direction which aside from feeling intense made me look a bit bigger than I actually was. Half an inch of material was all that stood in the gap protecting me from what would likely be another embarrassing barrage of questions and jokes.
"Look, I'm not an idiot. Ok. You don't have to admit that you got off before picking us up but we both know it fucking happened. We used to be so close. We used to tell each other everything. What happened to us?" Sam probed. Staring at a young picture of us she still had on her phone.
"You're right. I did. It was selfish. I should have put you guys first. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I promise and we were close but you guys moved and we grew apart."
"So you'd rather admit that you just ate your own cum then tell me what's really going on? We can be close again. Just tell me what's going on or don't you trust me anymore?" I had her full attention now.
I peered into the rear view mirror.
"She's listening to angry man hating music if that's what you're worried about." Sam always did have an uncanny knack for knowing exactly what was on my mind. We locked eyes for the first time since the airport. Hers were darting back and forth searching my own expressively. She was genuinely worried about me.
"It's just hard living with my family. Growing up it was a lot easier. Dad was around and he ran I tight ship but now we're all grown and dad's dead. There's no one to keep order in the house and my sisters are self absorbed little sluts. I'm always fighting a state of arousal. I know it's sick but I can't help it. It's not like I'm thinking deliberately thinking about them inappropriately or anything like that. The weather's just getting warmer so they're starting to wear less clothes and we share two bathrooms so there's not exactly any privacy you know."
"That's rough."
