In the shadows I could still see her face, filled with eagerness. The first contact was unlike anything I ever felt, as her warm fingers encircled my cock. Her other arm released my head, moving down between us as well. I felt my shorts sliding down, each touch of her fingers making me shudder.
We were almost touching, her lips inches from me. She leaned in, kissing my cheek then slowly slid downward, her body twisting and rubbing against me inch by inch driving to the point of madness. As she moved, my mind went wild. Her lips caressed my body. Even through my shirt I could feel the scorching heat of her touch. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen. I couldn’t move. I just lay there my shorts down, my cock pulsing in her hands, her mouth inching its way downward. Her lips reached past my shirt, touching my bare skin. The pleasure was unbearable. Lower she went, her breath hot against me, each caress sending an inferno of pleasure smashing through me.
My cock pulsed and twitched, hotly awaiting the faintest touch. Then, it happened. Her lips brushed against the head of my cock. It was all I could stand. My body stiffened, every muscle contracting. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding through me, as I emptied, pulse after mind numbing pulse spraying out. I felt it splatter. Some must have hit her face, it didn’t matter. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear. I could have died at that moment, and died happy.
The sound of the front door closing woke me from my sleep. I looked around guiltily, but Shelly was not there. My laptop was sitting on the nightstand, still on. I pressed a key and the screen sprung to life. It was on the last page of the paper. Below the final paragraph was a short line:
“Love this version so much more BUT You better read page 9!”
I heard mom’s car start and looked out the window in time to see her pull out of the driveway and start down the street. I was still alive, and more! I turned around and stared at the door. A single sheet of paper lay on the floor in front of it.
“We’ll talk tonight!” in mom’s neat handwriting, nothing else.
Flopping back down on the bed, I scrolled through the pages until I got to page nine, my heart beating a mile a minute. I found it almost immediately.
“His fingers softly traced the outline of the angel tattooed just below her navel.”
“Oh, fuck!” I hissed. I forgot all about mom’s tattoo!
There was a soft knock on the door. I jumped, almost dropping my computer. Shelly walked in, wiping sleep from her eyes. For the first time I realized just how pretty my sister was.
“You got my message?” she said, walking over and sitting beside me.
I just nodded, too afraid to even vocalize what I had done.
“Well, all I can say is, let’s hope she didn’t catch it. Christ, what were you thinking?”
“I’m sorry, sis. I mean I …”
“Forget it. I mean, it’s probably not that important. I didn’t even catch it the first time. When it was mother and son, I guess it sort of just flowed. In fact I didn’t catch it the second time either, not until after you fell asleep and I reread it.”