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Relative Temptation - 2
by Lunaris Victoria (lunarisvictoria@gmail.com)

***

Following the events of Relative Temptation - The 
Blackout, Desiree splits with her boyfriend and rejects 
her brother. Rather than give up, Luke tries to 
recapture her in the dark. The night takes a steamy 
turn then as she submits to his will and allows him to 
have her. (Fm-teens, youths, inc, reluc, mast, oral, 
ws)

***

The Following Day 

It was the day after a particularly memorable blackout 
during a loud and rainy storm, and it found Luke again 
by himself, more or less anyways. Jonathan had made a 
stop over after a call from Desiree, and Luke could 
hear the dark-haired jock pounding his sister as he sat 
at his computer. Her moans, his grunts, and the 
squeaking of her mattress, it was a combination of 
desire and disgust rolling in his stomach.

On the one hand, the thought of his sister naked and 
moaning was giving him a terrible erection now, a 
problem he'd never really faced before. On the other, 
the one making her moan was that sleazebag Jonathan. It 
was almost unbearable to think that he was with 
Desiree, and after last night Luke felt a little more 
possessive of his sister. He'd made her his own.

He leaned back in his chair and tugged his shorts down, 
letting his cock free. In his mind he removed Jonathan 
from the equation and inserted himself. It was him in 
that room. Those moans were caused by his actions. 
Every squeak of the mattress was testament to his claim 
on her body.

Those were the pictures going through his head. He 
could almost visualize it perfectly, and every moan 
seemed to call to his hand, driving him harder until he 
was working his dick in a frenzy. It wasn't casual and 
carefree like when he watched porn clips, it was a 
driven need to get off. His own moans were starting to 
fill the air as he pounded himself with his fist.

The louder she got, the harder that mattress squealed, 
the louder he dared to go. His penis felt on fire in 
his hand as he squeezed down on it, driving himself 
harder and faster towards that wonderful peak. Surely 
they had heard him, but it hadn't stopped. He gave one 
final moan, almost intentionally loud as if to make 
them aware that he was cumming. His hand drove down to 
the base of his dick, holding it there, his foreskin 
peeled back as his purple crown erupted. Six shots of 
fluid splattered uselessly on the floor as their cries 
heightened, and finally stopped.

He pulled his shorts back up and stood up, walking out 
of the room and down the hall, past Desiree's room and 
into the restroom. He made a grab for several tissues 
to clean up the mess, and stopped when he heard her 
door slam. He couldn't tell what was going on, all he 
could tell was that they were arguing. He set the 
tissue aside and took a moment to wash his hands. Over 
the running water, he could just make out one of them 
walking loudly down the stairs and slamming the door on 
the way out, most likely Jonathan.

Just to be safe, he grabbed another tissue and dampened 
it in the sink, then stuffed the rest in his pocket and 
stepped out of the bathroom. He walked quietly back to 
his own room and stepped in the door. He looked first 
to the semen oddly smeared in the floor, then raised 
his head.

"Sorry about that," Desiree spoke quietly. She was 
sitting on his bed in a pair of white full-bottom 
panties and a matching bra. She raised her left foot so 
he could see the sticky jizz she'd stepped in, then she 
reached down and wiped a bit from her toe with her 
right index finger, brought her finger to her lips and 
there licked it clean.

"I'm sorry too, I heard you arguing," he answered, 
though he was lying about being sorry. He pulled out 
the dry tissues from his pocket and used a couple to 
clean the floor, and cast them into the waste basket 
beside his computer desk before stepping over to 
Desiree and holding up the damp tissue.

She raised her foot a bit higher, and Luke knelt down 
and started to clean it, taking slow, light, and 
careful strokes over every inch and between her toes, 
which brought a small giggle to her lips. But the 
giggle was fleeting, merely there for the sake of being 
tickled by the wet tissue material. Once he finished, 
he wrapped the damp tissue in a dry one, and then 
brought the last dry one up to start drying off her 
foot.

"Listen, Luke...I'm sorry you had to hear that," though 
she did not specify what, "but I guess you'll be happy 
to know Jonathan and I won't be seeing each other 
anymore," she explained, her tone rather neutral as she 
wiggled her toes for him."

He stood up and moved to throw the tissues away, before 
turning his computer chair to face her. He sat down, 
and as an afterthought leaned back to click the button 
to turn off his monitor, and after that finally turned 
his attention back to Desiree. Rather, he turned his 
attention towards the large breasts hidden beneath the 
solidly-colored cups of her bra. No small curses flew 
mentally from him that the padded material gave no 
indication where her nipples lie. "So, what happened? 
You two sounded like you were having fun."

"I called him over after I woke up this morning, I 
wanted to find something out," she answered, before 
shaking her head and standing, moving to Luka and 
helping herself to his lap, "Look, I think we need to 
talk. About last night, I mean."

"What about it?" he asked, his voice less than serious, 
as if he could help it. Even through his shorts and her 
panties he could feel a certain heat emanating from her 
womanhood, and it stoked the fires in him that had been 
dying down after his earlier workout. "I mean it 
happened, right?"

"It happened," she confirmed, though it wasn't what he 
was asking, not really. She slide an arm around the 
back of his neck and leaned against him in a soft hug, 
one that left him all too are of her large breasts 
laying against his chest, "That's what we need to talk 
about. That's sorta why I just broke up with Jonathan."

He couldn't have helped his smile even if he tried. 
There was just something satisfying about it, but the 
smile faded a moment after. Her voice didn't sound all 
that happy about it. "Alright, Des, so what's the 
matter? You still have me, right?"

She shook her head, and squeezed him tighter in her 
arm, her other just seeming to rest in her lap. "No, 
Luke, I broke up with him because I feel guilty. 
Sisters aren't supposed to fuck their brothers, and 
girls aren't supposed to cheat on their boyfriends."

He secured his hold around her, one arm around her back 
and resting on her side, near her breast, the other 
down on her hip, so very close to her rump. "Daughters 
aren't supposed to fuck under their parents roof with 
the boyfriend their parents don't like either. Never 
stopped ya, so why follow rules now?"

She raised the hand from her lap and punched his chest 
in a playful manner, giving a soft and short laugh 
before resting her head against his, "Idiot. You're my 
brother, and I love you, but it's not like that kind of 
love," she tried to explain, "It's different. We're 
family."

The words killed the hard-on he'd been growing, and he 
hung his head down. His hand moved from her hip to her 
buttock, squeezing it through her panties as he lowered 
his head and rested it against her chest, "Listen, sis, 
I don't know much about love, but I know I enjoyed last 
night. I enjoyed that it was you, that I fucked my 
sister. That's gotta count for something, right?" he 
asked in a hopeful voice.

She laughed a bit, and slowly stood up, pulling away 
from his hand. She moved around behind him and leaned 
forward, allowing her breasts to rest against his back 
and on the chair as she draped her arms around him for 
another hug, "I enjoyed it too," she let him know 
before kissing his cheek and raising up. She turned and 
walked out of the room, leaving him sitting there.

He sat there thinking, leaning back against his chair 
and looking to the ceiling, and as the time passed he 
even reached over and flicked on the monitor again, but 
his attention never really returned to it. After an 
hour or so of pondering he left to the kitchen and took 
up residence there.

He was there thinking when his parents arrived home 
from their 9-to-5 jobs. Desiree hadn't come downstairs 
at all in that time, not until their mother called her 
down for dinner. By that time, Michael had returned 
home and Julie had walked back from her friend's house. 
Aside from their mother's concern that he had been 
sitting there so long, nothing seemed out of place.

Dinner wasn't so eventful. Desiree and Luke didn't make 
much in the way of eye contact, and everything spoken 
of was small talk. Dad's secretary was bad at her job, 
Julie's friend had a great toy oven that made real 
cupcakes, and the power was out last night until almost 
three in the morning. But a dinner of Salisbury steak, 
fried vegetables, and mashed potatoes only covered so 
many topics. Even though Michael refused to touch his 
vegetables, Luke finished his meal first and was 
quickly back up to his room.

The thought occurred to him as he lay there that 
something was amiss. Even the sound of the water moving 
through the pipes in the walls wasn't enough to 
distract him as he replayed the image of Desiree 
licking the cum from her finger after she'd wiped her 
foot. So what was wrong? Was being her brother really 
such a bad thing?

He turned to his computer and tried to pass the time 
that way, but he couldn't keep his mind focused. The 
world changed for him last night, even if it was only 
him it changed for. Now the girl that had captivated 
his desires so easily had seemed to shut him down. He 
heard a flick outside the door, and as he looked he saw 
the lights were off. His parents must have just went to 
bed.

He looked to his clock, and realized he'd been in his 
room for hours, it was eleven o'clock. He wasn't going 
to be able to sleep though. With the thought that 
something had to be done, he stepped over to his door 
and opened it, and walked into the hall. He moved as 
quietly as he could to Desiree's room, and without 
knocking just turned the knob. It wasn't locked, 
leaving him free to just step right in.

Contrary to his belief that it was going to smell of 
sex or perfume, he was surprised to find it smelling 
just a bit dusty and plain, like his room almost, 
though maybe a little more pleasant than that. It was 
dark, and she was in bed, but she wasn't asleep. He 
could see that in how she stirred to look his way. 
Lights from the streetlamps shown through her window 
though, making it easier to see her than him.

"Luke? What are you doing in here?" she asked in a 
hushed tone. She sat up in bed, and pulled her covers 
up close. The outline of her back down to her hips was 
smooth, she wasn't wearing anything at all. It was her 
room at night, it was supposed to be a sanctuary like 
that.

The sight brought a small surge of pleasure to Luke's 
loins, but he tried not to let it distract him. He had 
come here for a reason. "I wanted to talk," he said, as 
if that would explain everything. He stepped closer to 
her bed, and when she didn't respond he moved to sit on 
the end, causing her to move a bit under the covers to 
give him room. "I wanted to apologize for being an 
idiot," he clarified then.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, sounding just 
a little tired and puzzled. She scooted a little bit to 
sit more comfortably, "You didn't do anything wrong. 
I'm just an idiot that let the moment get the best of 
me. When were you an idiot?"

Luke almost couldn't believe how well he'd just been 
set up. He knew what he came here for, but he didn't 
expect that easy an invitation. "Now," he answered, 
before leaning forward and pressing his lips against 
her own. It was almost a scene from a predictable 
romance movie. Perhaps that was where he got the idea 
from.

Whatever the case, it seemed to have the desired 
effect. She didn't slap him, didn't pull away, and 
didn't scream when the kiss ended. She just sat there 
with a frightened look on her fact as she let go of the 
covers with one hand and brought her fingers up to rub 
her lips softly. "Luke, I thought we'd gone over this 
already," she started.

"And I didn't like it," he finished. He reached up and 
took hold of her covers, pulling them from her hand and 
letting them drop. Even if it was just a streetlamp, it 
was enough for him to finally get a clear view of her 
breast. Large, soft, absolutely delightful. Each was 
capped with a nipple that, in the dim light, appeared a 
very soft pink, the areola surrounding each looked 
about an inch and a half, and almost seemed to blend 
with the surrounding flesh.

He couldn't see the blush on her face, but her stunned 
silence and momentary inability to try and preserve her 
decency told him one was there. The hand that had 
pulled away the covers moved up to her left breast and 
squeezed softly as he again took her lips in a kiss. He 
could feel both of her hands come to his shoulders, 
could feel them trying to push away, but then he felt 
them cease their struggling as well.

She couldn't deny that she had a certain desire for it, 
even when she rejected him earlier she couldn't deny 
her enjoyment. And in the dark of the room is seemed a 
bit more acceptable, perhaps, than in the light. Maybe 
that is what made it happen in the storm, the fact it 
was hard to see without much light. The light would 
force her to see him, the darkness allowed her to 
ignore it, at least in some way.

As he finally pulled his lips away from her, she 
reached up and slapped him. It wasn't loud, it wouldn't 
be heard anywhere else in the house except right 
outside her door, but it was just enough to sting. 
"Why's it have to be you?" she asked him.

He took the slap in silence, but pressed forward, 
taking the hand from her breast and placing it between 
her collarbones, pushing back and guiding her down to 
her bed. She didn't resist his guidance, and once she 
was down he moved the hand under her covers, forcing it 
between her thighs.

Luke hesitated a moment as his fingers slid over her 
thick pubic patch. Between his shorts and the small 
rush last night he hadn't noticed it before, and the 
fact her lips felt hairless led him to assume she 
shaved. His hand slowly traced the patch of brunette 
curls. She had a full, but well-kept bush, and as his 
fingers slid down further he confirmed that her lips 
were indeed clean. She was a selective shaver. Further, 
and less to his delight, her pussy was dry.

His touch still brought a soft whimper to her lips, and 
his stroking fingers made it hard not to accept what 
was happening. After just a moment of his caressing she 
finally spread her legs apart for him and turned her 
gaze to the ceiling. Her hand moved to her nightstand 
and fished behind a picture frame, before she pulled 
back and gave her wrist a quick flick.

"Ow!" Luke responded to something small and hard 
smacking against his chest. His free hand managed to 
move and catch it, and raised it to the light where he 
squinted to see it. "You keep lubricant on your 
nightstand, Des?" he asked, looking back down at her as 
he pulled up his other hand to start opening it.

"Usually for anal, dummy," she cleared up. She didn't 
sound happy, but Luke was more focused on the fact she 
was actually going back through with this. "Which 
reminds me..." she trailed off and sat back up, and 
slugged him in the shoulder. It was hard, but not so 
hard that he cried out, "Don't ever stick your dick in 
a girl's ass without it. My butt's still sore, and I 
couldn't even tell Jonathan about it," she pointed out 
before laying back down.

It didn't take Luke long to slide out of his shorts and 
figure out how to apply the lubricant to his stiffened 
penis. He wasn't about to be put off by a punch to the 
shoulder, and the topic had turned to an interesting 
note. He slid back onto her bed and between her spread 
legs, prompting her to spread them further, and used 
his hands to guide himself, one holding his dick and 
the other spreading her lips, which he noted were just 
a small touch damper than before. "So, you're telling 
me all that noise this morning was him pounding your 
butt?"

She closed her eyes and laid back comfortably, as 
comfortable as she could make herself with her brother 
set to take her again. As if to help him out, she bent 
her knees and spread her thighs further, and reached 
down with one hand to help guide his penis to her 
sexual entrance, "No, he gave it to me here and then 
used my ass to cum," she answered.

Luke could've lost his erection at that, but he had 
started the topic, and he wasn't letting the moment go. 
As she moved him into position, he took control and 
pushed his hips forward. With the slight, but growing, 
dampness of her sex and the lubrication on his dick it 
was easy enough to slide right in.

They gasped almost in unison, though Luke's was a bit 
louder, he was far less used to what he was doing than 
she was to her role in things. He pressed forward into 
her vagina, all five and a half inches of his dick fit 
in easily, and he held there as he leaned forward and 
kissed her. It was every bit the heaven he had 
remembered it being the previous night.

She could feel him pause, and she seized up for a 
moment. He was hot, the blood pumping through his 
erection was almost plain to feel through her vaginal 
walls, especially as she squeezed down on him. She 
could feel her wetness growing around him, her body 
showing its need to her, to him, inviting the act, and 
this time he was in control.

"Alright, sis, I'm gonna move," he told her before 
following through and pulling a little bit out, then 
pushing back in, and repeating. The extra slickness 
form her natural lubrication was quickly picked up on, 
and he started to move his hips faster. The sensations 
surrounding his prick as it slid in and out of her 
tight passage caused him to bite down on his tongue to 
keep from moaning loudly.

She had to fight back her own moans, more than saving 
them for someone else, their parents were home. She 
wasn't about to get caught having sex by them, least of 
all with her own brother. She raised her right hand, 
sliding her arm up and under her right breast as her 
palm grasped at her left globe of flesh. Her left hand 
raised to her mouth and she bit down firmly on the 
knuckle of her thumb.

He moved his hands up along her sides, and brought his 
right hand to her left breast, or rather to her right 
hand, and softly pressed down against it. His left arm 
slipped around her and he moved his head down to lay 
against her right breast. He held her close, such that 
when he started thrusting into her harder it didn't 
make any real noise on the mattress. Anyone listening 
might have imagined she were rolling over in bed.

It was harder to mask the sounds of their flesh 
slapping together as he thrust in harder, faster, the 
feeling of his dick pounding into her pussy and his 
pubic hair tickling her clitoris caused her to bite 
down harder on her knuckle, the skin close to breaking 
when he stopped.

Luke let out a firm, if muted, grunt as he gave her 
that last thrust, and with little more warning his 
balls started pumping his baby-making semen into her. 
He managed to fire in three shots before she drew up a 
leg and planted her foot to his chest, pushing him 
back. If it wouldn't have made any noise she would have 
kicked him harder, but it was enough anyways to pull 
him out of her. His fourth short painted a ropy line on 
her bush and the other three went wild, two landing on 
her sheets and the last about halfway down her left 
thigh.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed 
worriedly, only a touch of anger there and being 
overshadowed with fear for the most part, "I'm not on 
birth control, you don't shoot in there," she went on 
to explain as she wiped off her thigh.

He looked worried for a moment, but since she didn't 
seem too mad he calmed down a little bit and just 
rubbed at his chest where she'd kicked him. It wasn't 
so hard, but it still hurt some, "Sorry, I didn't 
know," he tried to apologize to her.

She sighed and grabbed the tube of lubricant, and 
squirted a sizeable amount on her hand, before shifting 
about on the bed and rolling over. As she moved onto 
her knees, she was just aware of a chilly wet sensation 
when her right knee came to rest on one of the spots of 
cum he'd fired wild. It wasn't overly pleasant, but she 
pushed the thought aside as she reached back and 
started rubbing the lubrication around her anus, even 
slowly pushing her middle finger in to spread it. Acts 
that had Luke stiff as a rock again as he watched. 
"Listen, when you cum, it's either in here, or the 
mouth. I'm not taking chances I don't have to, 
alright?"

He nodded, one half of his mind taking note of her 
directions, the other half taking note of the 
suggestion this wouldn't be the end of things. He 
climbed back into position on his knees, and reached 
forward, grabbing the firm cheeks of her rear and 
spreading them apart. Like last night, there wasn't 
much of a wait for him, but he was still sensitive from 
his previous orgasm. It was a small struggle for him 
not to hit a second as he pressed the head of his penis 
against her tender rosebud and pushed in.

"Good God, Desiree, you feel so awesome here," he 
whispered to her, trying to compliment her, which only 
prompted a soft grunt from her as she pushed back with 
her hips. Her rectum was at least as hot, or so it felt 
to him, as her vagina, and much drier. Even with the 
lubricant and her vaginal secretions on his cock it 
still took a little force to manage penetration but it 
was also much easier than the previous night.

She whimpered softly as she pushed herself up onto her 
hands and looked back at him, "Do you really like my 
ass that much?" she asked, her voice soft and dripping 
curiosity. She wasn't hiding the fact that she wasn't 
getting too into the sex. She had not cum, and seemed 
to be making something of an effort not to, but neither 
was she denying her brother anything.

"Oh yeah, I love it," he answered. Truth was, he didn't 
know how to answer. He enjoyed it, maybe he did love 
it, but all he could think of was how great it felt. He 
started to move his hips back and forth, his motions 
slow but driven, forceful, "By the way, Desi, you do 
know...that pulling out isn't really great birth 
control, right?"

She nodded, whether or not he could see it, and pushed 
back against him as he shoved forward, jarring her body 
enough to rock her large tits forward and back beneath 
her as they hung fully between her and the bed. It was 
a small pain for her, and one she would admit to taking 
some small measure of pleasure from. "I know, but it's 
better than nothing, right?"

He didn't answer, because he really didn't have one. He 
didn't know for a fact whether it was better or not. 
School hadn't quite gotten that far yet in lessons, and 
he'd have to wait until summer was over to find out. 
Instead, he moved his hands to her hips and gripped 
firmly as he started to ram a bit harder into her 
asshole. Without the high from his last orgasm it was 
easier to keep some measure of control, but his 
inexperience already had him seeking out the next 
climax quickly.

"Ahh!" Desiree cried out softly as he picked up the 
pace, the light lubricated friction sending pleasant 
sensations all up and down her rectal passage and 
throughout the rest of her body as his dick hit almost 
every nerve ending for almost six inches in. It was a 
small effort on her part to focus and not give in. She 
didn't need it tonight. No, the truth was that she 
didn't feel she deserved it. "Luke, what is it 
that...ahh! Makes you want to have sex with me?" she 
asked him, trying to keep her mind busy elsewhere.

"B-Because," he started with a slight stutter from the 
pleasure, "I love you, and it feels great," was his 
explanation. He was breathing a bit heavier by now, and 
his words weren't as focused, "Desiree, I didn't notice 
it until...until last night, but you're 
perfect...you're smart, you're funny, you're smoking' 
hot, and..." he trailed off, leaving it unfinished as 
he grunted and rammed in a final time, his whole body 
tensing and balls pumping as he deposited five sticky 
shots of his cum in her anal passage.

She bite the inside of her cheek to keep from groaning, 
his sounds along were alright but the two together 
might have been trouble. She hold still for a moment, 
letting him empty out inside of her before she lowered 
herself on her arms, leaving her ass in the air and her 
head against the mattress, "And what?" she finally 
asked once she figured him finished.

"...And you have amazing tits," he answered her in a 
heavy breath. He didn't pull out of her, instead 
leaning forward, keeping himself planted as he moved 
both hands around her waist, leaning a bit to the side 
to roll her with him, spooning with her, with his cock 
still in her ass, his length going soft, shrinking a 
good couple of inches.

"You perv," she scolded, but it was half-hearted at 
best. She had just instructed him on how to take her, 
how to use her anally, so who was she to seriously 
judge him? "I don't care if you sleep her a little, but 
you have to be out before mom and dad get up, okay?"

He nodded his head and moved his hands up to her 
breasts, softly stroking the heavy orbs as he nuzzled 
into the back of her neck, as he relaxed considerably 
against her and closed his eyes. He was only slightly 
jarred by a gentle squeeze around his member by her 
asshole, but he didn't pay it as much mind. Except for 
a slight sensation he was satisfied.

That sensation seemed to be doing well on its own, and 
as he lay there with her, both awake and accepting of 
the embrace, he found himself not fighting the growing 
surge in his penis. Something familiar, but wholly 
different with him buried in her. It never occurred to 
him to bother fighting it, even a little.

The next moment found Desiree shivering and opening her 
eyes wide as a very warm, very fast flood of liquid 
into her rear. Not sticky, but rather very fluid. It 
didn't take her long to guess what it was, "You dolt! 
Are you pissing in my ass?" she asked incredulously.

He didn't know what to say. After it had started he had 
gotten lost in the pleasantness. Hell, he did not even 
really think as to just what he was doing. He was far 
too comfortable and tired after two goes in a row, but 
her accusation had him suddenly awake again, and the 
shock had pushed out the last of it. He started to 
move, but she reaches back and grabbed at his ass, 
keeping him put as her other hand reached out and 
started fumbling with the drawer to the nightstand.

"No, stay put, I don't want to sleep in your piss 
tonight, bucko!" she hissed as her hand fished out a 
small plug and another tube, since she couldn't reach 
the first at the moment. She opened the tube, and 
smeared the contents generously over the toy before 
reaching back, using the slick plug to work out her 
brother's cock and then pushed in with it, stuffing it 
in with more urgency and speed than she normally would 
have.

She sighed and started to climb out of bed, and he 
followed, but she stopped partway to the door, looking 
back and him and then down, and without much thought or 
care she lowered to her knees. She reached back with 
one hand to hold the plug in her bottom as her other 
moved to his thigh, "Hold still," she commanded of him, 
before leaning in and taking his penis between her 
lips.

He couldn't help a soft sigh, even though it wasn't 
something so erotically-intentioned. The suckling of 
her lips and motions of her tongue were more like a 
bitch cleaning her pup than a girl blowing her lover. 
He reached down, and softly ran his fingers through her 
hair as he watched, "I'm sorry, I sweat I didn't mean 
to do that," he assured.

His taste was quite a mixture, his semen, her juices, 
both were faintly pleasant to her tongue, if not a 
little bitter. The strong and musky taste of her ass 
was heavily present, but not something she wasn't used 
to, the unpleasant taste of the lube was there as well, 
and the very bitter taste of his piss. Why she felt so 
compelled to clean him was beyond her, but she had done 
as much the previous night too. When he finished, she 
wanted to clean his cock.

Once she could taste nothing of the sexual flavorings, 
she looked up at him, and then jerked her head towards 
her door, prompting him to grab his shorts and tug them 
on before stepping out. She slipped on a pair of 
panties and followed after. She stepped into the 
bathroom to take care of business, leaving him to head 
alone to his room.

As he stepped into his room, Luke could only describe 
the feeling he felt as joyful. A warmth filled his 
heart, satisfaction swirled in his groin, and 
drowsiness invaded his eyes. He practically collapsed 
onto his bed and fell asleep soon after hitting the 
pillow as his 3D Maze screensaver scrolled about his 
monitor.

By next morning the last night again seemed like a 
dream. He glanced at his computer, but couldn't see the 
time for the maze, and he had not reset his clock since 
the blackout. Whatever. He stepped out of his room in 
just his shorts and made his way to the bathroom. He 
pushed the door, and stepped over to the toilet, then 
slid his shorts down and took hold of his penis.

No sooner did he give in to that early morning need 
than the door handle turned and his mother stepped in. 
He looked at her, and she stared at him, each looking 
much like the proverbial deer in headlights. His piss 
was finished almost a minute before either gained the 
composure to do anything, he giving his prick a soft 
jiggling before stuffing it back in his shorts and 
flushing, and she giving him an oddly calm if practical 
reminder to make sure he washed his hands before 
closing the door.

He stood there a moment in front of the sink, watching 
the door before letting out a sigh and turning to the 
sink. He turned the hot water on high and the cold on 
low, and started to scrub and soap under the warm run. 
Now breakfast was going to be awkward. Add to that the 
last family member he flashed he fucked and it felt 
stranger still. The new morning was off to a brilliant 
start.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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