Milk of Desire, Chapter 4 : The truth starts to add up.

Milk of Desire

By EFon


Chapter 4 : The truth starts to add up.

So now I’m dating Katey O’Brian. Not only that but I hit a home run on my very first date. Actually it was more like a grand slam when I lost my virginity to her last night in the park, under the moon, by that little gurgling stream, on the grass. It was a dream come true. I’m not ashamed to say I woke up that Saturday with a raging woody from my good dream and I beat off reliving every glorious detail and could once again imagine, and my hand brought me off, that my grunting cum was being shot into her lovely tight snatch instead of my t-shirt I had worn to bed. I wiped it all up and threw the shirt in my dirty clothes bin, and snoozed again for spell.

I awoke to my older sister Jen entering my room. She said with a smile, “Just getting the laundry.” She grabbed my basket and left. I laid back down and wondered why she didn’t just yell for me to bring them to her, but I figured it must be part of the new leaf she had turned over. Then I realized my fresh sticky mess was in there. Normally I’d been doing my own laundry lately, so I didn’t think of it, but now…

I quickly tossed on some clothes and sprinted to the basement where I could already hear the water flowing into the washing machine. I was totally unprepared for what I found. Jen was sitting on the closed washer, naked from her waist down only wearing a tank-top shirt, with one hand frisking her hairy cunt and the other holding my incriminating shirt while she licked my still warm cum from it. She had her eyes closed and the washer water was loud enough she didn’t immediately notice I’d come in on her.

I was utterly speechless, but a second later she saw me standing there and said, “Come to watch me again?” I didn’t respond due to the shock, but she just smiled and kept frisking her juicy pussy. “Good. I came so hard when I saw you jerking off with me.” And she started wiggling her hand fiercely on her clit. Then she pointed a few fingers on the cum pool of my shirt and stuck the whole thing in her mouth as if it was a cock.

I knew I shouldn’t be turned on by this, but I was. The only reason I didn’t get a raging boner right off was I’d just cum a little bit ago, twice in the past twelve hours actually, but after only a minute or so of watching her lewd performance, in the daylight now, and with full knowledge of me watching, I stepped forward and pulled out my own genitals, now growing steadily from arousal. I gripped my shaft and while it was still tingly from cuming so recently I couldn’t help but join in masturbating with her.

The washer finished filling with water and began to churn as it agitated the clothes and that was enough for Jen, she pulled her hand from my shirt in her mouth, but kept the shirt clenched tight in her teeth, and drought her other hand to stick two fingers up her vagina and came with muffled groans and shakes atop the shimmying washing machine.

I wasn’t close and had only started to get hard, so while I enjoyed it, I put myself away for now and had to find out what was going on. “Jen, that was supper hot, but what the fuck are we doing?”

She removed my cum-soaked shirt from her mouth and dismounted the washer and picked up a pair of shorts. “I don’t know Russ. I’m sorry,” she apologized as she put on the shorts.