by Writing Shark
A new ordinary morning
This first morning is different. You are the first to admit that. In this case, ‘different’ doesn’t mean ‘bad’. But maybe ‘different’ is not the right word. At first you thought your first morning after the week at the lake had started under a bad moon. Because neither your little sister’s arm, nor the sun, nor a blow job woke you up. For the first time in… Years you just… woke up. And too late, too. The alarm clock already showed eleven noon and your empty room proved to you that Millie woke up today without your support.
As you staggered into the bathroom, already in a groggy mood and convinced you’d had a bad day, you realized you desperately needed the sleep. So much had happened. So much action, so much stress (for better or worse), so much sex and so much love. So much love. That had given your mood the boost it needed right away. Next thing you knew, you were greeted by warm steam in the shower and a foggy mirror. ‘Love you BB’ was written on it in strained lettering and a heart. For a minute you had stared at the mirror and bathed in the image of Millie on her tiptoes smearing the mirror to give you a nice morning for a change.
That delay, coupled with your oversleeping, had caused Megan to storm into the bathroom like a S.W.A.T.-Team and scare the shit out of you. Thankfully, your sister had refrained from ambushing you like a lioness this morning. The next thing that changed. It took a hard thump against your chest to rouse you from your love-struck slumber. Megan had quickly understood what had been bothering you and it hadn’t taken her long to get you awake.
Now, some time later, you are fully awake, sane and have arrived in the day. You’ve got a healthy thirst of action, looking forward to seeing your girls again and living the first day of the rest of your perfect life. But for now, your upcoming adventures are just a distant light that promises you a bright and happy life, because Megan, in her own special way, keeps you in the here and now and on your feet.
She, on the other hand, has ecstatic difficulties clinging to the sink with one hand and pressing the other on her mouth while your hard thrusts threaten to lift her off the floor. A quickie in the bathroom is the least your sister gets from you and at least you enjoy it to the fullest. Seeing Megan almost go crazy from the feeling of you deep inside her and the almost panicked looks she gives you through the mirror turns you on and makes you cum fast and hard. Contrary to what the look on your wombat’s face suggests, the two of you are as still as possible while your sister’s legs begin to tremble. You already know the signs of her orgasm well, grab her firm belly with your arm and support her while her eyes roll back and she seems to seek her salvation on the bright ceiling of the bathroom. You wait a little longer until she is firmly back on the floor before letting go of her. Her hand has left white marks on her pale skin and her lips are red in contrast while her eyes fix your face in the mirror again. Then she turns her head back, brushes a strand of her hair behind her ear and looks at you in love.
“You can’t imagine exactly how long I’ve wanted mornings like this with you” she whispers in a brittle voice but with a cheeky grin on her lips.
“Just as long as you, my dear,” you say and can’t help grinning. Yes, a lot of things are new but it doesn’t surprise you that Megan only improves things, not really changes them. Her slight pout as you get dressed is typical of her and you recognize her look, pressed lips and slightly lowered eyebrows now as a sign of suppressed lust you’ve seen so many times over the years. “To the day.” Megan spins around, puts her arms on your shoulders, and snuggles against you. Even though you’ve handled things roughly this morning, the fact that she needs you close touches you.
“But one of us must have made the first move,” she reflects. The times when you wondered if a relationship with your sister was appropriate are long gone. Now you can face the really important questions.
“Maybe we both done it at the same time,” you suggest. Megan kisses you gently on the cheek.
“I’m not talking about love honey” she giggles. There she is again, the sassy little brat you like so much. “I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you,” she says. “But when do you think you first wanted to…how would you say it…send your troops into my jungle?”
“Please don’t compare your vagina to Vietnam” you beg, but have to think. While Megan is still happy to have interpreted your world correctly you think hard. “When you first came to me to show me your swimsuits for the summer. Two or three years ago I think…” you say, reminiscing. Your pants lie unnoticed on the bathroom floor.
“I was so excited” your sister laughs happily. “It must have taken me two hours to get my head around it, but in the end it was the right decision.”
“You look great in your bikinis, too,” you say with a grin, letting your eyes glide over her naked body. A thin line of your juice runs down her thigh but the shower will take care of that.
“You’re cute.” Another kiss on the cheek.
“You know what that means, right?” Megan looks at you questioningly.
“When a girl says to you she thinks you’re cute, it translates to ‘I’ll never sleep with you’.” You grin crookedly, and Megan tilts her head to the side.
“Didn’t think my big brother would ever be so wrong” she laughs.
“Come on,” you reply, “Get in the shower.”
“Do you want to come as well?” asks Megan mischievously, wiggling her round butt as she gives you a definite look over her shoulder.
“Shit, I’d love to…”
“I get it,” comes the good-natured reply. “Off downstairs with the others. Give Millie a kiss for me.” You can only shake your head at your sister, wanting to thank her, but knowing Megan doesn’t need it. Instead she grabs under her butt cheeks, stands on her tiptoes, spreads her thighs slightly, and presents herself to you, showing you your handiwork. “And you can have this anytime, anywhere and anyhow you want. Got it?” You shake your head, bite your lips painfully, and salute.
“As you command my queen.”
“Oh… that’s right…” you mutter, looking at the empty kitchen. Actually, you like to sleep in, but you’d even rather prepare a nice morning for Millie. Now the house is empty, but of course your mother has put a portion of breakfast in the fridge. It’s Saturday, so you have no idea where everyone is. But it’s also noon, you’re hungry and the fruit yogurt looks damn tasty. So you sit down and enjoy the warmth of the light on your face while you satisfy your hunger. It’s a strange feeling to be alone and after the last week you seem to have almost forgotten it. Having time just for yourself is something you don’t really value after experiencing how nice it can be to help the people you love and be with them. But you can’t blame the others for not waiting for you. You’re not at the lake anymore, life goes on and besides….
“Hey…” comes from behind you. With the spoon in your mouth, you turn around and realize that it’s better to have someone by your side. Especially when it’s…
“Hey,” you say, “good morning.”
“May I?” Who else but Denise would ask that. You roll your eyes playfully and nod next to you. Bit it remains empty while Denise sits on your lap. “Is that okay?”
“I’m just helping you be close to others,” you say with a grin, the words seeming a bit drawn out by the spoon. But still Denise sighs happily as she relaxes on top of you.
“Where is everyone?” you ask as you put one arm around your kitten and use the other to guide the spoon back to the bowl in front of you.
“Your mom took Millie and Maureen shopping, and your dad still had to go to work.” Denise smiles thinly. “He told me to tell you that sleeping late is unattractive. He told you to try harder for Emma.”
“Typical for dad,” you grin, giving your old man the point. “And what did you do?” The expression on her face changes.
“I’ve been thinking,” the girl explains, her body warming your chest.
“And about what?” The morning has started so beautifully but this is also part of your duties and never in your life will you regret taking Denise in. You can only hope the wounded girl sees her future with you as clearly as you do.
“I was thinking how beautiful my life is.” Never mind…
“That’s it, I’m proud of you.” You clench your teeth but duty is duty. “But you also know you can grieve. What you’ve been through… fuck… I’m always here for you Denise. I love you.” Your friend nods slowly.
“I love you too Finn. And…” She awkwardly shrugs her petite shoulders. Her eyes sparkle with affection for you and your heart melts. “I know I’m allowed to be sad. I… I should be sad. I think I am too… but…” Another shrug. “But I’m happy, too. I love you and you love me. Millie is there and Maureen and the others. You’re all there for me. I lost my family…but…” Denise just looks at you out of her round eyes, not sure how to say it.
“Denise Lynchwood.” You kiss her on the forehead.
“Well you two, does it taste good?” asks Megan running a hand through her wet hair. Denise, meanwhile, is sitting in a chair next to you, but hasn’t let you stop her from putting it right next to yours. You nod a reply to your wombat who stands next to you, nudging your ear with her nose and sliding her hands over your chest.
“Dude, I hate to break it to you, but you reek of sex.”
“I know Honey. My sister really is an insatiable beast” you laugh and Denise makes whide eyes.
“Why are you talking about Maureen like this?” asks Megan in shock. Even she wouldn’t make that joke about Millie, but still gets what she wants from you. Just like she usually does in her life.
“Oh wait…” you call out, shooing Maureen around the kitchen table to the bright laughter of Denise. But then your kitty’s eyes go wide again as your hand lands slamming on your wombat’s butt.
“No please big brother” she cries shrilly. “I’m sorry, I’ll be nice again!”
“Too late” you murmur boomingly and let your hand whiz down again. You can’t play this game for long, even though Denise soon catches on and cheers Megan on to hang on and go trough her ‘punishment’. You really stink of sweat and sex and so you don’t want to get under the eyes of Millie… and your mother. Maureen, on the other hand… Megan retaliates by punching you in the side and shoving you towards the stairs.
“Clean yourself up you dirty dog” she laughs, “I’ll take care of your pet in the meantime.” She gives Denise a friendly look and you can still hear the first sentences of their conversation as you stumble upstairs, a sore butt and the need to wag one off. One you can cure in the shower, the other you’ll never do again… Which isn’t really a shame.
“…and then he said he could handle it” you hear Megan explain with a laugh while the voice of Denise also echoes brightly and happily through the kitchen. “But of course he crashed full force into the side of the dad’s car. Total loss. And he lost two wisdom teeth in the process, too.” Denise doubles over laughing and you look at the two girls holding onto the table to keep from sinking to the floor.
“That story again?” you ask, still feeling the cool water on your skin.
“I’m telling you, there was so much blood. Dad took a picture of it too but mum was going to kill him.” The two girls pay no attention to you, which pleases you. Without disturbing them you sit back down and while Denise is still hanging on your sister’s lips, her hand closes around yours. “To think that this could have been the end…”
“Oh no,” Denise murmurs, unable to imagine a world without you. Megan leans past her and presses her soft lips to yours.
“Don’t worry. Our boyfriend won’t pull a stunt like that for the rest of his life, will he?” She looks at you with sparkling eyes. “Or else his girlfriends will give him hell.” Her hands wander down your body under the other girl’s curious gaze and flushed cheeks, touching the hem of your pants. Megan licks her lips seductively. Unfortunately, at that moment the front door opens and your wombat quickly falls back into her chair while Denise reluctantly releases your hand. Unfamiliar noises advance through the hallway to you.
“Is that Maureen and our mom I hear…laughing…together?” asks Megan, not quite playing her surprise. The three women come into the living room, only now realizing they are not alone.
“Is someone up already?” your mother asks cheerfully. She is heavily loaded with two large brown bags under her arms with fruit and baguettes sticking out of the top. She sways like a drunk, which doesn’t stop Millie from scurrying past her in a fluid motion, quickly throwing her own bag on the table and falling around your neck.
“BB!” she exclaims, beaming with joy and squeezing the air out of your lungs. A very different picture than before your vacation and that seems to be why your mother is smiling so contentedly. Or maybe it’s because of Maureen.
“Let me carry that mum” she says and takes one of the bags from your mother.
“Thank you darling” she thanks you and looks at you with as much glee as Millie. You have always suspected that there is something in your mother that she does not often awaken. While Maureen fetches your mother, Millie has forgotten everything around her and enjoys the luxury of being as close to you as Megan, Denise and the others in your home can only dream of. With her legs drawn up, Millie is enthroned on top of you, proud and happy and smiling into the round. You notice that no bad feelings are spilling out to her, and you feel only emboldened by the strength of your girls.
“Millie darling, will you give me a hand?” your mother asks from the kitchen. The enthroned princess pouts and gives you another squeeze but Maureen is on hand before she has swung her legs off you.
“I got this, honey.” Maureen ruffles her sister’s hair with a cheeky grin and carries the last bag into the kitchen. You’re so horny by now that you don’t dare stand up, and Millie notices it too. She blushes a bit, but can’t resist sliding around on you with her butt. Finally she is satisfied to feel you on her and hands you the bowl of unnoticed yogurt.
Then it doesn’t take long until Maureen is also sitting at the table while your mother prepares the meal, assuring you that she doesn’t need any help. The kitchen is your mother’s realm, and after you and your father almost burned down the house once, cooking is women’s business. Neither your mother nor you think anything of it; after all, your father’s wife hasn’t done the laundry in years, a task that even you and your father can’t mess up.
You look around the table at the faces of your girls. Yes, it really is better to have so many loving, perfect people around you. Just another morning… Then your cell phone vibrates.
Writing Shark 