dragonrazor
Boobies...BOOBIES....
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Dan Ingram had spent most of his life tormented by his younger sister. He was now twenty-six years old, and she had just turned eightteen. She was a cheerleader, and always kept in shape. He'd been living at home since he graduated from college, spending most of his time buying and selling collectibles in his online shop, and the rest playing video games and doing various exercises. He was tall, with black hair and blue eyes, and kept mostly to himself. His sister had always been a tease, at least, around him, But in the few weeks since her birthday, she'd been acting even more so. Of course, for the past half a year, Dan had been waking up in the morning feeling exhausted drained, and without morning wood. That was very unusual for a guy. So he decided one night to pretend to be asleep, to catch someone in the act. His guess was that one of his sister's friends was sneaking in.
He faked snoring that night, his eyes barely open. He watched the entire room, glad he had good nightvision. The door to his room opened, and a shadowy figure walked in. He could barely see it, but it got closer. It climbed up onto the bed, and pulled the covers back. He'd always slept in the nude, as he couldn't handle the sweat that constantly soaked his underwear when he slept. He watched, and gasped, moaning softly as first a small, soft hand, and then warm, wet lips wrapped around his member. It wasn't until the shadowy figure was all the way down along his length that he turned on the bedside lamp. They both froze, and he just stared. His little sister was giving him head, thinking he was asleep.
He faked snoring that night, his eyes barely open. He watched the entire room, glad he had good nightvision. The door to his room opened, and a shadowy figure walked in. He could barely see it, but it got closer. It climbed up onto the bed, and pulled the covers back. He'd always slept in the nude, as he couldn't handle the sweat that constantly soaked his underwear when he slept. He watched, and gasped, moaning softly as first a small, soft hand, and then warm, wet lips wrapped around his member. It wasn't until the shadowy figure was all the way down along his length that he turned on the bedside lamp. They both froze, and he just stared. His little sister was giving him head, thinking he was asleep.