DareToDream
Pulsar
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2009
- Location
- East Coast of U.S.
The minute he’d turned his back on her, a Cheshire cat grin came over Derek’s face. She’d thought to tempt him with her sexy little denim skirt, and tempt him she had, but he’d gotten the upper hand. He saw how she’d reacted to his touches, how her body heated up when he slipped his hand under her skirt, and that moan that had come from her lips when he’d slipped between her legs was as needy and lustful as any he’d heard from either of them in the shower. Licking his fingers while she watched had been an extra little touch, something to enflame them both, and though she couldn’t see it now, he was totally and completely hard, his cock pressing against his pants. The thought of what would follow after breakfast had his heart beating fast and that tiny taste of her juices simply wasn’t enough.
He heard her thump down to the floor right as he sat down, scooting his chair to the table instantly, not wanting her to see just how excited he had become. He laughed at her words, shivered at the nip, and watched hungrily as she sat, her tank top pulling against her breasts. “Yea, I always loved going home to mom’s wonderful cooking. I can’t beat that in a million years but on the weekends, I like to whip up something better than bagels or toast. I hope you like it.” Her mention of their parents had him thinking just a bit. Perhaps during the next holiday, he’d leave Angie at the house and he and Lilly could go visit. Of course, they’d have to keep their relationship secret but he couldn’t help thinking how hot it would be to sneak around the house and grab little touches and kisses, maybe even find someplace where he could take nice and fast, smothering her moans with his hand or her panties.
That thought did nothing to stop the rise of his hormones, or his cock, and he had to stifle the moan that almost flowed out. The words that follow, along with the nudge, made that…and other things….much harder too. It was then that they both heard the front door open and slam shut, the vibrations rattling dishes in the kitchen cabinets. Lilly’s word said it all, as did her look, and he even swore. “Great fucking timing, as usual, Angie” he muttered. Just then his wife screeched his name, the sound almost making him cringe. “Deeeeereeeeeek. Where the hell are you?” Her footsteps could then be heard tromping up the stairs. Derek ignored her at first, taking another bite of his food and shaking his head. “Stupid woman could bother to look before screaming” he said, looking at Lilly with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, sis, but I think might dessert is going to have to wait.” Just then Angie screamed his name again, causing him to swear.
Pushing his chair back from the table, he stood and stretched. “I better take care of this before she comes looking for us. Keeping eating, baby and I’ll be right back.” Coming around to the table, he stopped at her side and leaned down, his fingers touching her chin and raising it. Without waiting to see if she wanted it or not, he placed a gentle, delicate kiss against her lips, letting her feel the emotions that he felt. Then he took her hand and put it on his crotch so she could feel how swollen he had become from just thinking about time with her. When he finally pulled away, he stared at her with heat in his eyes. “Keep that image in our head, baby sis, and when I get back, we’ll find some alone time. I promise.” With that, he slipped from the kitchen and crossed the living room, hearing his wife scream again.
Jogging up the steps and down the hallway, he pushed his way through their bedroom door. “What the hell do you want, Angie?” he asked. His wife poked her head out of the bedroom, crooking her finger at him. “About damn time you showed up, Derek. What were you doing, fucking your sister?” She cackled madly when she said it, ducking back into the bathroom, her shirt tossed to the floor. Derek rocked to a stop at her words, wondering if she’d somehow seen their little antics on the counter but then he shook it off, a grin falling into place. She wasn’t home at that point and her car hadn’t been in the driveway so it was just his wife being a bitch as usual. If she’d only known the truth though, she’d probably have died. Walking into the bathroom after, he watched as his wife stripped her bra off and turned to face him. “What did you want, Angie?” he asked, eager to leave her presence and get back downstairs.
“I want you, Derek. All you.” Her hands came up then and cupped her breasts as her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “Come into the shower with me and fuck me hard. I need you, Derek.” The mention of the shower caused his mind to flash to images of Lilly pinned against the wall and he almost groaned but instead he turned towards the mirror , keeping his current condition from his wife’s gaze. “Oh, you can’t really expect me to believe that you spent the night at a girl friend’s house, Angie. I know what you did all night. Ain’t no way I’m touching that now. You’re on your own, babe. Hope you like the touch of your own fingers today.” With that, he turned and slipped back out, his wife’s screams of anger and curses following him all the way down the hall. When he reached the kitchen, he plopped back in his seat and looked at Lilly, a crooked smile on his face. “Well….someone is going to be quite a bitch today I think. Perhaps today is a great day to show you around town” he murmured, his foot slipping forward to caress the inside of her leg.
He heard her thump down to the floor right as he sat down, scooting his chair to the table instantly, not wanting her to see just how excited he had become. He laughed at her words, shivered at the nip, and watched hungrily as she sat, her tank top pulling against her breasts. “Yea, I always loved going home to mom’s wonderful cooking. I can’t beat that in a million years but on the weekends, I like to whip up something better than bagels or toast. I hope you like it.” Her mention of their parents had him thinking just a bit. Perhaps during the next holiday, he’d leave Angie at the house and he and Lilly could go visit. Of course, they’d have to keep their relationship secret but he couldn’t help thinking how hot it would be to sneak around the house and grab little touches and kisses, maybe even find someplace where he could take nice and fast, smothering her moans with his hand or her panties.
That thought did nothing to stop the rise of his hormones, or his cock, and he had to stifle the moan that almost flowed out. The words that follow, along with the nudge, made that…and other things….much harder too. It was then that they both heard the front door open and slam shut, the vibrations rattling dishes in the kitchen cabinets. Lilly’s word said it all, as did her look, and he even swore. “Great fucking timing, as usual, Angie” he muttered. Just then his wife screeched his name, the sound almost making him cringe. “Deeeeereeeeeek. Where the hell are you?” Her footsteps could then be heard tromping up the stairs. Derek ignored her at first, taking another bite of his food and shaking his head. “Stupid woman could bother to look before screaming” he said, looking at Lilly with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, sis, but I think might dessert is going to have to wait.” Just then Angie screamed his name again, causing him to swear.
Pushing his chair back from the table, he stood and stretched. “I better take care of this before she comes looking for us. Keeping eating, baby and I’ll be right back.” Coming around to the table, he stopped at her side and leaned down, his fingers touching her chin and raising it. Without waiting to see if she wanted it or not, he placed a gentle, delicate kiss against her lips, letting her feel the emotions that he felt. Then he took her hand and put it on his crotch so she could feel how swollen he had become from just thinking about time with her. When he finally pulled away, he stared at her with heat in his eyes. “Keep that image in our head, baby sis, and when I get back, we’ll find some alone time. I promise.” With that, he slipped from the kitchen and crossed the living room, hearing his wife scream again.
Jogging up the steps and down the hallway, he pushed his way through their bedroom door. “What the hell do you want, Angie?” he asked. His wife poked her head out of the bedroom, crooking her finger at him. “About damn time you showed up, Derek. What were you doing, fucking your sister?” She cackled madly when she said it, ducking back into the bathroom, her shirt tossed to the floor. Derek rocked to a stop at her words, wondering if she’d somehow seen their little antics on the counter but then he shook it off, a grin falling into place. She wasn’t home at that point and her car hadn’t been in the driveway so it was just his wife being a bitch as usual. If she’d only known the truth though, she’d probably have died. Walking into the bathroom after, he watched as his wife stripped her bra off and turned to face him. “What did you want, Angie?” he asked, eager to leave her presence and get back downstairs.
“I want you, Derek. All you.” Her hands came up then and cupped her breasts as her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “Come into the shower with me and fuck me hard. I need you, Derek.” The mention of the shower caused his mind to flash to images of Lilly pinned against the wall and he almost groaned but instead he turned towards the mirror , keeping his current condition from his wife’s gaze. “Oh, you can’t really expect me to believe that you spent the night at a girl friend’s house, Angie. I know what you did all night. Ain’t no way I’m touching that now. You’re on your own, babe. Hope you like the touch of your own fingers today.” With that, he turned and slipped back out, his wife’s screams of anger and curses following him all the way down the hall. When he reached the kitchen, he plopped back in his seat and looked at Lilly, a crooked smile on his face. “Well….someone is going to be quite a bitch today I think. Perhaps today is a great day to show you around town” he murmured, his foot slipping forward to caress the inside of her leg.