Mom nodded her head disapprovingly. “She never could handle too much liquor,” she stated.
Having stepped in behind her, I saw dad’s hand give mom’s right breast a quick fleeting squeeze. “That’s one thing your mom’s always been good at,” dad chuckled. “Controlling her licker…”
Mom gasped, turned dislodging dad’s hand from her tit and took a swing at him, though playfully so. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”
“Must be the fresh mountain air,” he told her. “Which reminds me…you indicated we had some unfinished business to attend to,” he said grinning wickedly as he headed upstairs to their bedroom. “And sorry Rob, but the deck’s now out of bounds,” he added. “If you want to sit outside for a while, you and your sister will have to use the back porch, unless of course you don’t mind having your parents embarrass you with their lustiness!”
“Have fun,” I told them both, seeing my mother blush, though she soon ran up the stairs right behind my father, giggling like a school girl as she did. “See you in the morning,” she called out without looking back towards me. “And don’t stay up too long!”
I looked down at my crotch, my dick now finally somewhat flaccid again. “Don’t worry…I won’t,” I assured her. Then took my glass and headed back outside to sit on the porch.
**
A short while later I came back in. The door to the bathroom was now open, though Xavier’s bedroom door was now closed. I stepped inside, took a pee, and then retired to my own room, undressing and slipping into bed. It was still a bit too warm for me to comfortably sleep, the coolness of the night air not yet having taken over,
though I knew by morning, it would. As was always the case, I slept nude, starting out on top of the covers though I had pulled them back for later on when I would no doubt eventually need them. I smiled inwardly, remembering the surprised look on Xavier’s face as I liberally sprayed her with my cum as she sat there wondering for a moment what on earth that it was. With that image in my mind, I promptly fell asleep with a smile on my face.
It was sometime after midnight when I felt the first chill. But then oddly enough, I didn’t feel it all over me as I’d expected, just in one particular place. I opened my eyes, and though it was still dark, there was just enough moonlight to see by as it filtered in through the window of my bedroom. Still groggy with sleep, it looked for a moment that there was an apparition hovering over my bed, but as my mind quickly cleared, and the sensation of coolness truly registered, I looked down. Xavier stood at the side of my bed, a can of whipping cream in her hand.
She had liberally doused my surprisingly stiff cock, a fresh dollop of the substance just having been sprayed, and planted decoratively atop the very tip of my prick. Seeing I was now awake, Xavier laughed, stepping back, but I was too quick for her, reaching up, just managing to grab her arm and yanking her towards me. Losing her balance, she fell into bed on top of me, screaming briefly until I shushed her with a worried look, one hand coming up to cover her mouth.
“Quiet, unless you want mom and dad coming in here to see what you’ve done,” I told her. Especially as she was also naked. She continued to fight me of course, but now quietly, very much the same way we had done as kids, arguing, wrestling, enjoying it, all the while pretending not to, and thus silencing our wrath rather than expressing it.
Xavier sat up, trying to pin my arms above my head, her free swinging breasts mere inches away from my face. As though bobbing for apples, I managed to snare one of her tits, capturing it between my lips, not quite biting it, but certainly nipping at her exposed nipple. She barked, literally, trying to escape letting go of my arms but I easily seized her waist throwing her back down onto the bed and then climbing on top of her where I now easily pinned her in place instead.
My cock, sticky and covered in whipping cream now rested firmly against her mound. The cream itself is now everywhere, though I just managed to grab the can she’d been holding before she realized it. Pinning both of her arms now with just one of mine, I aimed the can at her breasts and gave her a large dosing, listening to her squeal in delight as she again struggled in vain, trying to slip out from beneath me.
“Oh no you don’t!” I said tossing the can away, once again pinning her arms. “You’re not going anywhere!” I moved against her, watching as her eyes widened even in the darkness of my room. There was no mistaking it, my hard stiff prick had grazed the nubbin of her clit as I moved up against her, now releasing her arms, my hands coming down to capture her cream covered tits as I sat astride her. I played with her nipples, they were soft,
smooth and decadently delightful to massage, using the over abundance of whipping cream in doing so. I slid up her form once again, and then down. Each time my hard prick slid against her, the groove of her pussy kissed my prick like a pair of lips as I did so. I heard her moan, and almost immediately afterwards say “No…No! No!”
“No?” I asked sliding against her again, slowly this time, even more forcefully against her slit. I felt her nails dig into my back as I did that, knowing full well she had left marks when she did. But I simply didn’t care. I did it again, repeating the word. “No? No? No?” each time I said it, sliding against her, feeling her wet slick pussy now grinding against me.
“We…I….we ah…oh fuck Robbie, we can’t….No!”
I slid against her again, “No?”
She didn’t answer. I slid against her again. “No? Yes? No?”
“You…ah, you have to be…”