Chapter 10
Doing A MILF in the Office and Doing My Mom for Her Sister
This continues the story with a series of plot developments. This teases and eventually creates a full milieu to conclude the business started in Chapter 9. I hope you enjoy this part of the adventure and the direction it takes the story. Vote, leave some comments, let me know what you think. Thanks for all the great comments to this point. I hope this meets the challenge of the previous chapters and lives up to expectations. Best, -C
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Something buzzing against my nose woke me. Groggy, I roused and slapped myself with a limp hand. I heard a giggle and then the buzzing resumed, the vibration against my nose made me sneeze. I was still asleep and I sneezed! I had never sneezed before while asleep. That seemed crazy. My eyes opened and my willowy, blond sister appeared, leaning over me. Tawny pressed my vibrating phone against my cheek again, just below one eye and the world went crazy for a second.
"Better answer it, baby bro." Tawny tittered. She was dressed for her day, her blond hair coiffed and her rich bosom hovering over me.
I made a stab for the phone but she pulled it out of my reach. She answered it. "Sonny's phone." She breathed.
My eyes opened and I could see her in the ugly dimness of the morning. If I had been awake I would have cackled as her eyes widened and her face shifted. She dropped the phone and covered it then put it back to her face.
"Just a moment, sir." She said in her best professional voice. She covered it again and whispered, "It is the CEO of somewhere, calling for Mr. Duncan." She said softly. "A woman's voice."
I grasped the phone and put it to my ear.
"Sonny?"
Annie Kingston's voice tickled the cockles of my heart. "Yes, ma'am?" I responded, my eyes watching my older sister.
Tawny made no move to leave.
I reached out a hand and ran it up her bare leg, under the knee length edge of her dress. Before, usually when I made some tempt to touch her in even the most remotely lascivious way, she would punch me and not lightly. Now she did not move but stared down at me.
"You sister?"
"Yes." I responded.
"She sound sexy as hell." Annie said, matching my sister's initial breathy, 'Marilyn Monroe' voice with her higher version.
"Yes." I repeated, moving my hand onto my sisters panty-clad ass, her skirt draped over my wrist. Tawny did not move. My hand cupped the cheek of her ass. I noted her still acquiescence.
"Sid send limo for you mother. He want her at meeting. Me too. He no have staff here, so he want us fill in. Look like he have, have, what that word?"
"Entourage." I suggested
"Right, yes. Entourage. We do nothing but look pretty he say."
"What about me?"
"You not so pretty." Annie cackled. "You come later, maybe afternoon, one or two. Someone call you, tell you to come up and fuck Honeywell woman." Annie sniggered. "We watch you fuck her like she watch you fuck me. About time I watch you fuck someone else besides mommy and blond Laura."
"What time?" I asked, pressing the tips of my fingers into Tawny's crack, deep, deeper, deeper. She did not move except to bend slightly, pressing her ass back against my hand. Her legs flexed wider, making room for my hand. She grunted softly, she sighed once. My hand moved lower till I must have been brushing her pussy. Her eyes closed, her lips pursed and she blew air out in a soft whoosh.
"I said, one or two, but close by at two for sure. We call you."
"I meant the limo. When is it going to be here?"
"Oh, maybe eleven. Dress mommy up for business, not like slut. Sid wants us look professional."
"Uh-huh," I said, massaging my sister's ass with my hand, stroking deep to touch her pussy.
"Be ready." Annie whispered again and hung up.
I lay the phone on the bed beside me and withdrew my hand from under Tawny's dress. She opened her eyes.
"What are you doing with my phone?" I asked.
"It was buzzing in your pants. The ones you left on the floor of the bathroom where you stripped them off last night before taking your shower." She smiled. "I thought it might be important."
I nodded. Right, I thought. I moved my hand to her thigh but she gripped my wrist and pushed me away from her. Then she bent over me and kissed me on the lips, definitely not like being kissed by your sister. Her lips where plush and soft. Without another word, she walked out of room; walked, hell, she sashayed, her shapely hips boinking back and forth like they were mounted on a pivot. Her long skirt swished back and forth. I lay back on the bed, thankful I had not tried to mix my sisters with the MILFs. Gawd, I would never survive that much pussy!
The next thing I knew I was waking again. The bed was moving and someone was pulling at my shoulder.
"Sonny? Sonny?" Georgia's voice roused me. Her hands rolled me from my side, I had been facing way from her. She rolled me onto my back, my bare shoulders squeezing against her plush thigh resting on the bed beside me. "Sonny, wake up."