Milk of Desire, Chapter 5 : Setting up for a sleepover

Milk of Desire

By EFon


Chapter 5 : Setting up for a sleepover

So much has happened in the past few days, and even more this morning, that I was almost dizzy. As best as I could work out I think I have inherited some kind of power over people who have tasted me. My sister drank a glass of milk with my cum in it after I jerked of a few days ago, and now she went from hating my guts to being my best friend and more. That and she actually sucked my cock when she thought I was sleeping one night, and now I just caught her masturbating and sucking my cum off the shirt I’d masturbated on this morning, and she got off more when she knew I was watching.

Katey licked my dirty underwear last summer, and had a crush on me ever since. Sure I liked her and we went on a date last night and I lost my virginity to her, but she might have just been under the effects of my power and might not even like me at all. I might have raped her. Man this was going from great to awful in no time flat. Well, this might still all be in my imagination. Sure my father was a playboy asshole who ruined my mom’s and sister’s life, and lost Jen’s dad in a divorce, all because she became pregnant with me, but there was still no reason to believe this was somehow supernatural. I had a plan to test this and settle this crazy notion once and for all.

I heard Jen come back home and invited her into my room. “Here’s your sweet butter,” she said handing me a little pop-top lidded container.

“Great,” I said and put in the next step of my plan. “Now you need to have a small sleepover party again. Think Lisa will come over tonight?”

“I think she might have a date, but I’ll see if I can talk her into ditching it.” Then she took off and picked up the phone.

“Wait! What’s Katey’s number? I’ll call her,” I yelled after her and picked up my cell.

Jen stuck her head back in my door and gave me the number as I dialed adding with a devious grin, “Don’t sprain your wrist…”

I ignored her sly comment as she left and the phone in my hand ringed. Then it picked up with, “Heya Russell,” Katey sang and I could literally hear her smile through the phone and it set my heart on fire.

“Hi Katey,” I smiled back, “How did you know it was me?”

“Caller ID silly!”

“Oh, right.” Duh!