“Just don’t cum too soon, little brother,” Sylvia pants. “I really need this!” Sylvia is bouncing up and down, jamming her fiery pussy onto her brother’s hard cock. She stops, abruptly, sitting down hard on Randy.
“What was that?” Sylvia asks. “Is that a car?” Randy listens, hoping she’s mistaken as his cock throbs inside her velvety pussy. Then he hears it too.
“Fuck! It’s Chris,” Randy says as Sylvia jumps off his cock and unfastens her mask.
“Stall him, Randy,” she says. “Give me time to get out of this thing,” Randy pulls his jeans up and runs down the hallway as he hears the car door slam. He grabs a coke from the kitchen as he hears Sylvia close her bedroom door. Intercepting Chris at the front door, he puts his arm around him conspiratorially and guides him back outside.
“We’re all set for tomorrow night, bro,” he tells Chris. “I was with her this afternoon and she is one hot, babe,” Randy winks. “She is obsessed with having multiple cocks in her. She’s never done anything like this before but she wants one of us in her ass, one in her pussy and one in her mouth all at the same time.”
“Wow!” Chris smiles. “What a slut! And you’re sure she’s hot, Randy?” Chris asks. “We’re not going to get there and find some fat skenk, are we?”
“No way!” Randy assures him. “She is hotter than any woman I know, probably any woman you know.”
“I don’t know,” Chris says. “Your sister is the hottest woman I know and I don’t think your gangbang slut is going to top her,” Chris laughs.
“You’ll see,” Randy says. “I bet she’s close. But don’t call her names, okay. She just obsessed with this particular sexual fantasy. It’s a one-time thing. She’s not a slut!” Randy admonishes him.
“Sure. Whatever,” Chris says. “Hey. Is Sylvia home?” Chris asks, heading back into the house.
“Yeah,” Randy says. “I think she’s in her room working on the seating arrangements or something.
“Great,” Chris says sarcastically. “She needs to give up trying to please everybody and just let them sit wherever they want,” Chris says going into the house.
This is the second time that her and Randy have gotten interrupted. Maybe it just isn’t meant to be, Sylvia thinks. Then, again, there’s tomorrow night. Of course, that’s with two other guys. She’s back in her jeans and t-shirt, the body stocking and masked tucked safely away under her bed. At first she was mad about Randy blackmailing her, but now, she’s almost as obsessed with her brother’s hard cock as she was when she first saw her daddy’s. She hopes she’ll be able to distinguish which one is his when she’s blindfolded tomorrow night.
“Hey, babe,” Chris says, walking over to the bed and kissing her on the cheek. “How are the seating arrangements coming?” he asks.
“Okay,” she says. “Did you get everything?” She asks, rolling onto her back and patting the bed beside her.
“Yeah. Piece of cake,” he says, lying down beside her and enfolding her in his arms. “Mmmmm,” he says. “You feel nice. Are you sure about us waiting for our wedding night?” he says, caressing her tits through her t-shirt. “You’re driving me crazy.”