And just like that, in the space of a few not so innocent thoughts, she could feel her lust and desires clawing for her attention, trying to bestow upon her the cursed gift of morning wood, her mind now doing its best to point out little details that she hadn’t noticed before, like the way the duvet lay on his body, contouring to the alluring curves of his shapely ass and narrow waist, tempting her with what she could be doing to him, right here and right now if she so wanted. How easy it would be, she knew, to simply take what was hers, to pin him down and put him to his proper use, showing him what it would be like to wake up with her thick, pale cock already repurposing his ass as a pussy for her to use, or to lovingly rouse him from his peaceful dreams, by stroking off her cock until the point of climax then stuffing her length down his throat, making sure the first sensation to welcome him to his day was the thick ropes of cum coating his tongue and filling his stomach. Brittany blushed crimson and forced herself to look away, doing her best to drive away the thoughts that threatened to unleash her mounting lust on him. She almost failed, but, luckily for him, Brittany had to speak to Katie this morning, preferably before the boy woke up and, looking past him onto the bed, she wasn’t at all surprised to find the space where her sister had slept, notably lacking a redhead. Brittany eyed him for another long moment, her sparkling blue eyes searching his indian peaceful face as she mustered the willpower required to pass this test, resisting the urge to start her day with the animalistic rutting of his doubtless unwilling boy butt and simply walking away. With a sigh she shuffled quietly to the edge of the bed, reluctantly swinging her legs out and pulling herself up to her feet, feeling the morning air wrapping around her in a cooling embrace as she left the warmth of the duvet behind. With a yawn she held her arms out above her head, her back arching as she stretched out, pleased to find none of the achiness in her limbs she had been half expecting to feel after all of their fun and games the night before. Feeling content and with a final glance over her shoulder at her precious little sleeping boy, she made to step barefoot from the room, grabbing her fluffy bathrobe from the back of the door as she did, pulling it on over her curvy body as she stepped out into the hall, closing the bedroom door behind her with care. While part of her didn’t want to leave the boy alone and unsupervised, especially unrestrained as he was out of a fear that, despite what had changed over the course of last night, he would still try to run, she felt pretty confident that after the night he had had, unless disturbed, he would still sleep for a long while yet. Last night, after all, he had been so utterly exhausted following their final round together that he had almost immediately passed out on the bed between them, so spent that he hadn’t even stirred as the girls had gotten both him and themselves ready for bed, whispering about him as they undid the sultry makeover, restoring him to his natural self. “Morning,” Brittany said with a warm smile as she stepped into the kitchen, eyes sweeping briefly over her clothed sister before settling on the far more important fridge. Katie, looking somewhat fresher than Brittany and dressed in a tracksuit, smirked across to her sister playfully, one leg lifted up on a tall stool as she stretched and prepared for her morning run, “Mm, hey sleepy head… Finally wake up hm?” “Pff…” Brittany rolled her eyes, pulling out a bottle of much needed orange juice which she uncapped, taking a few deep gulps before letting out a long happy sigh, turning her attention back to Katie, “I didn’t sleep in ‘that’ late…” she smirked then, “And besides, as I recall I had a whole extra round of rutting to recuperate from than you, little miss, ‘I want to suck his dick’.” “Mmhm!” Katie winked, nonplussed, lowering her foot and sitting down on the stool beside the kitchen counter, leaning down to tie her shoelaces, “You know you should totally try it, it was really hot…” “Mm, maybe.” Brittany grinned before taking another drink of her juice, moving to join Katie at the counter, setting the carton down and sitting, lifting her hands to run her fingertips through her messy bed hair, trying to get it into some semblance of order. Guess you aren’t coming out on the run then? Weather's nice.” Katie mused with a hopeful smile, always enjoying the company when she could get it. Brittany shook her head and smirked, “I think one of us should stay here with Jay. You know, just in case.” Katie blinked and pursed her lips for a moment, “Oh yeah, good idea… Didn’t even think of him wanting to run...” The two sat in an unusual silence as Katie finished tying her shoes, the quiet stretching out as they both thought similar thoughts about James, their gazes eventually meeting. “...How do you feel about… What happened last night?” Brittany led, her tone a little apprehensive, betraying her own thoughts. Katie let out a sigh and shrugged a little, “I don’t know, I mean, it was the best fucking night, right?” Brittany nodded in agreement, there was certainly no doubt of that at least, “But, ugh, I don’t know, I still feel a little shitty? Do you?” “Yeah, a bit…” Katie shook her head, finally able to voice what they had both been thinking the night before, “I think it’s because he’s actually really sweet on us. You know?” “Yeah. And that thing with the freckles too… I keep thinking about that.” Brittany found her fingers tracing across the smattering of dots at her cheeks, remembering what he had said to them, explaining that he had found a way to use their freckles to tell them apart. “Like stars, he said.” Katie replied with a smile that Brittany matched, the two remembering the moment they’d found out how he was doing it, recalling how it made them both feel, “I don’t want to hurt him, Brit, like really hurt him, I mean. Break his heart and stuff.” “No,” Brittany agreed, “but I don’t want him to get away either.” Katie bit her lip, “Fuck, when’d this get complicated?” “Should’ve just left the gag in all night,” Brittany said with a laugh and Katie grinned. “Should’ve, didn’t.” Katie lamented with a half smile, the silence settling between the two of them again as they thought. “The plan doesn’t have to change.” Brittany started, “We broke him down, now we build him back up.” Katie tilted her head curiously, “Got an idea?” Brittany smirked and nodded, thinking back to the previous night, “I think so. Remember what we said last night? About making him want to be our boyfriend?” Her eyes released their hold on mine as she replied more casually, “No, I didn’t want him to so I let him use my mouth because he didn't have a rubber.” Finally she arches her back slightly, hangs there for a few moments, then falls back down onto the bed. I said right here are two. Lilac's fingers pulled back my mom's labia, exposing that pink, glistening clit. I already couldn’t wait to see her again, and she hadn’t even left yet. I spent three to five days and nights a week at their home, but I didn't move in with them. Then… “Yip! Are you feeling well?” She didn’t indian know how to answer that. “Though I didn’t know dogs had such big dicks.” “Daddy's going to cum so hard. I agreed to sit. for a few minutes. I am happy with what I got so for…” I said… thinking that mom must not feel bad later.. IT CONTINUES The Chauffeur (#53) New Orleans Something had changed since I was gone. “You should get in there,” she said.