I stood there and in as casual a voice as I could manage, “Can you believe it’s going to be the start of finals. I actually have a paper I need written by Monday – and I haven’t even started it.”
She, lifted her head while still pressed against me, and without skipping a beat (though I could feel her heart) responded, “I have about half a book to finish from Sociology. Couple of Hours – shouldn’t be too HARD.” She emphasized that word.
Then she added, “Do you want some coffee? It’s over there, I made it nice and Hot for you.” She leaned forward as my hands slipped out of her bottoms, went back onto her elbows and continued to read the paper some more.
“Great. Thanks. I think I will,” I answered. I could barely walk to the counter. I poured myself a cup. Damn, She was ‘hypnotized’ today!
We both actually did have a tremendous amount of homework to do, and so our paths did not cross as much as they could have, but really it was that much better somehow. While she was at the breakfast table eating some toast and jam, still with her paper (she read the thing practically cover to cover in the mornings), I stood behind her and could see her T shirt opening at the top giving me a great view of her little titties. And so while she was reading I actually slid my hand right inside her top and started playing randomly with her bare breasts. They felt great while she was sitting up.
She didn’t shift or move from her paper, just said, “Mmm, you smell nice.”
I said, “I haven’t taken a shower yet.”
She said, “Neither have I.”
Another time during an afternoon break, Laura was on the couch, sitting with her legs wide open – one foot touching the floor and the other along the back of the couch cushion. I lay at the other end of the couch with my head on cushion, my feet bent at the knees.
I started to make conversation, “I’ve written all of One page. I somehow have to fit fifty years of the fifteenth century in four pages. I don’t even know why they do that.”
As I was speaking, I reached my foot out toward her crotch and lay it right between her legs and started to roll the ball of my foot back and forth. I saw her eyes flash for a moment to my foot and then she looked straight at me with those wonderful blue eyes. A nothing going on look. Blushing now and pressing her hips just lightly against my foot. I could tell she was horny as hell.
She responded, “Well they have us reading, uh, reading about Marx still. I know that from a sociology perspective he contributed a lot, but they go into the politics and . . .” I was still rolling my foot over her puss and she was starting to breath heavier, “and ..uh, . .oh, I lost my train . . . of thought.” Her voice went quite low just then and she gave a quick hard grind of her crotch into my foot, but she kept her eyes on me, those beautiful blue eyes that betrayed nothing.
It was really an amazing idea. I was a genius. Even just passing her in the hall I was letting my hands freely roam over her hips, onto her breasts, down the center of her back, between her legs, the crack of her ass. She didn’t change her outfit all day, which she never does, but just kept wearing that gray flannel bottom and the T shirt top.
The best moment of the day though was when I noticed her going into the toilet. I thought why not, it sure qualifies as inappropriate. I waited a beat from when she went in and opened the bathroom door, walked in and closed it behind me, smiled at her on the toilet and sat down on the tub edge opposite her. Her head had swung immediately to the door, and she watched me with wide eyes as I sat down. She didn’t know what to do, but left her legs parted slightly and her arms rested on each leg, the elbows sort of bent in the middle and her pants down around her ankles. I could hear her peeing now.
I said in a casual tone, “I got my second page done. What’s happening with you?”
She sort of assumed a backstage voice whisper, “Uh, I’m trying to take a shit here.”
I just wagged a finger and said, “Ah, ah, ah.”
She let her shoulders drop along with her head, and her elbows went together. I could hear her under her breath, “you little shit,”
I just said, “How’s your reading?”
She looked at me, “Goood. I got three chapters done.” And we continued in a casual banter, while ignoring that we were sitting in the toilet with my sister taking a dump, and me watching her in just her T. I could hear pauses, pressure and a soft release, drops into the toilet. She was blushing red. When she reached for some toilet paper, she looked at me like – ‘are you leaving NOW?’ But I reached out and took the tissue.
“Allow me.” I said.
She just shook her head, and started to Giggle, “You are such a help around the house, Who knew?”
I started to reach between her legs, but she said, “No, uh, from the back.”
She scooted forward and sort of lifted her ass in the air. I reached down and wiped her middle, front to back with a steady pressure, and dropped the tissue in.
She said, “Again. And you got to check it.”
She was smiling now, kind of getting into the process and giving some guidance. The whole thing was kind of awkward with two people doing the task of one. She was turning at the waist toward me and had her arms on my back and craning her neck watching me, and said “Now you do a good job, dammit.”
I started to laugh, “pa-ractice makes perfect dear.”
I wiped her ass again, checked – it was clean. She started to get up, and I said, “ah, one more – make sure,” and I quickly patted her little puss dry with the flat of my hand.
She got up, pulled up her briefs, her bottoms. She rolled her eyes at me, batted me as we walked out and we went back to our rooms.
Saturday Night
I put in rather early this evening. I WAS really tired. And I actually set an alarm for 2:00 a.m. just in case I could be stupid enough to fall asleep and not wake until morning. I did drift off after awhile. I was really very tired, I didn’t need the alarm though. Somehow at 1:50 a.m. I was wide awake.
Again in my boxers and T shirt I went to Laura’s room. I quietly opened her door and moved beside her bed. She was in the exact same position as last night, only tonight there was a comforter on the bed. I moved up beside her, leaned in and whispered the exact same incantation of last night – ‘hypnotized’ her.
Then, I whispered, “what are you wearing?”
“I’m naked.”
“Are you wet?”
“I’ve been wet all day.”
“What happened today?”
“Um, uh, I read a book, a normal day. I don’t remember anything, INAPPROPRIATE.” I liked the way she said the word.
“Did you think about this?”
I pushing the covers back a little as I reached for her and lay my right hand onto her belly, then sliding down her hips to her left thigh, back up across her blonde hairs and down her right thigh.
“Yes.”
I ran my fingers right through her center opened her labia, split her open, like a piece of fruit. Her pussy lips opened up so nicely, and I saw her mouth open up at the same time.
I whispered, “Very nice. You get rewarded for this.”
“I do?” She said.
I shifted the covers so that her entire body was exposed to me from her shoulders down. In this low bluish light she just glowed, there were also these wonderful thin slants of light on her skin. I lifted up onto the bed, and I positioned myself so that I was laying now between her legs and could see her puss open in front of me, smell the sex. A wonderful earthy smell, delicate, so relaxing. I laid my cheek on top of her little blonde bush and didn’t move for awhile. I want to be here forever I thought. She lay one hand on my head.
“Don’t wake up,” I whispered.
I had been thinking about this for awhile. Since seeing my sister and touching her, smelling her, I really wanted just a little taste. Lowering my mouth softly onto her little mound, I started to lick her with a flat tongue. As I pressed harder into her with my tongue I could literally feel her pussy lips enlarge and open, opening her pink middle. She had this wonderful little nub of a clit, it was like a little finger, I could put my lips around it. The first time I did, I heard a strong, drawing in of breath, “huuh.”
I felt her hand on my head pushing me down into her, as her hips also pressed up and she arched her back. As I looked at her, her face was turned to its side with mouth open pressing back into the pillow. I could see her white teeth. She was rocking her hips gently in a rythem with me now. My nose was rubbing up and down into her puss as I licked along her center. It would touch her clit as I lapped downward. I was like a little cat at a bowl of cream. I ate her like a fuzzy little peach, her juices were running onto my chin, and when she was really pushing my head down into her I could barely breath. I started to fill her up with my fingers. Her breathing was getting heavy, and she was pulling my hair.
I called up to her, “do you like your reward?”
I could hear, “Ho, yes.” And “Fuck, yes.”
I took my middle finger and pushed it up inside her soft tunnel and rubbed little circle there, I licked her clit and wondered at her taste and smell. She was letting me do anything. I had all the time in the world dear. Nothing but time.
She started to get fairly loud, short little bursts, little screams. And she started pulling my hair now, and making a sort of motioning gesture, tugging me toward her. Scraping my back.
“Oh, I need you up here. Turn around, turn for me” she said in a light pleat.
I looked at her and then with my right hand, slipped my boxers down easily and kicked them off the bed.
I said as I was moving, “Ok. You want a bigger reward now?”
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