Make love to me.”
“When I’m done pleasing you,” he said, and my eyes widened. Sex Oh, wow.”
His tongue lapped at my hymen, brushing the skin covering the entrance to my pussy. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. His cock popped out. Blast after blast of cum shot into her. Precum as the girls at school called it. “Your dad said that in your dream?”
“Uh-huh,? I should start on the homework. Not the sexy man I loved even if this was sooo wrong. Three-dimensional. It was almost accidental. Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something? “Oh, Clint,” she moaned. No OJ.”
I wrenched my gaze away before she caught me staring, my dick so damned hard, and grabbed the still-open jar of Nutella. Strength… She lowered her drink and pressed down on the spigot on the side of the wine box. “Hey, Aunt Cheryl,” I said, streaming through the kitchen. Her eyes were wide. It just…felt like a dream. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss. Sweet. It was why we had been best friends for as long as either of us could remember.
