I love to eat pussy

The next morning, no one knew anything had happened, and Audrey woke up, and took a shower, and probably never had time to smell anything. We continued on our trip through Niagara Falls, and then went home. I never tried anything like that again over the next year or so, preferring to play it safe and jerk off in the bathroom, remembering the awesome feeling of her hand that night.

And then, one day about a year later, our father tells us that our sick aunt is going to move in with us, so that she can be cared for. Since our room was directly across the hall from theirs, we had to move out to make room. But since there were no more bedrooms to be used, we had to take over half of the downstairs T.V. room. The only other problem, and it wasn’t really a problem for me, was that there was only room enough for one bed. That would mean that Audrey and I would have to share a bed. How long? Since no one was moving out any time soon, it would be until our aunt either got healthy, or died.

So, we settle into the routine of sleeping in the same bed. Or at least I tried to. On even the first night, I was very aware of the barely dressed form of my hot, sleeping little sister. Knowing how sound she sleeps. Knowing how hot her hands are. Knowing that I could probably get away with what I had done a year ago. I tried to put the thoughts out of my head, knowing full well that if I started doing it at home, that I would do it again and again, further increasing my chances or waking her up or being caught. And I can’t think of one single thing to try to talk my way out of that one. So instead, when I’d wake up with a rock hard erection, I would go into the bathroom, and toss one out fast and go back to bed.