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“Are you sure you don’t need another shower,” she says with a grin. “A cold one this time.”
“Are you sure you don’t need another shower,” she says with a grin. “A cold one this time.”


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* [[Sexy Fun Times/She's leading you on, you show her why that's a bad idea|She's leading you on, you show her why that's a bad idea]]
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* [[Sexy Fun Times/Resist temptation and take her to the park|Resist temptation and take her to the park]]
[[Category:Sexy Fun Times|Get dressed and take her to the park]]
[[Category:Sexy Fun Times|Get dressed and take her to the park]]

Revision as of 11:11, 23 October 2019

As you shower, the image of that panty-covered pussy keeps flashing into your head and your traitorous cock begins to swell. ‘”She’s my sister dammit,’” you say to yourself, but you can’t help wondering what she’d say if she saw it. When you finish your ablutions, you put your robe back on, but deliberately leave it open the front.

You have to cross the sitting room to get your bedroom where your clothes are and you pull your robe closed just late enough for her to get a glimpse of your half-hard cock. You see her eyes widen slightly, but she makes no comment. You find yourself a pair of loose shorts and a T-shirt, when you get back into the sitting room you can see he’s found one of those “inappropriate” channels you were worried about.

You scoop her legs off the couch, sit down and grab the remote all in one movement. “Little girls are not supposed to watch that stuff,” you say, pressing the off button.

She turns sideways and brings her knees up under her chin, making no attempt to hide her panties. “Why not,” she says; “how else are we supposed to learn about this stuff. They teach us how babies are made; about eggs and sperms and stuff, but they never tell us what it’s like to have sex.”

“What you were watching on TV; that’s just acting, not like real life,” you say. “’ Why have I got to tell her this stuff; it should be mom’s job not mine,”’ you think. “When they make those films, they pick the kind of women they think appeal to the men who watch them. The men all have big… err... penises and, well, if something goes wrong, they can just do it again.” You realize that you’re floundering and shut up.

She sits, looking at you, and you can see the pink tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips. As if drawn by a magnet, your eyes drift down to where you can see a small damp patch between her legs. You stand up. “I think a walk in the park would be a good idea,” you say.

“Are you sure you don’t need another shower,” she says with a grin. “A cold one this time.”