It Started with a Kiss Ch. 02

I so wanted to call out a name but all I could do was moan as a combination of plump lips and soft tongue had me almost panting for relief. Susie or Frankie, it could have been either or possibly both, was now bobbing up and down on my cock, taking me all the way until I nudged into the soft palate of their throat before pulling off once more.

I could feel it inside, that warmth building under the sensitive skin of my head, starting small but gaining in intensity with every movement. Still they continued, long strokes down on my cock, holding for a moment with my head nestled into the soft folds at the back of her mouth and then clamping down as they pulled back off. By now I was panting between moans, the warmth becoming a most sensitive fire in my cock.

All it would take was a few more strokes. Just a few more and then relief. Just a few . . .

"Ughhh," I moaned out load as the first trickle of cum leaked out into the waiting mouth.

Still though she continued, her mouth now steady, lips encircling my raging head and tongue ticking at my peephole. Down below, a hand grabbed at my balls and gave a playful if slightly painful squeeze. It was all I needed . . .

"Aghhh," I practically shouted out in my sleep as my cock twitched and jets of sticky salty cum filled that waiting mouth.

And then it was gone. All was dark once more, the only reminders of such a wonderful dream being a satisfying warmth inside and the merest chill down below.

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Most dreams are instantly forgotten the minute you awake. This one, well suffice to say it was the dream to end all dreams. Warmth still flooding through my body, I continued to rouse myself. It took a while to adjust to the light, the first rays of sunshine outside taking the edge off the darkness. I glanced around. Yes, it was still my room, and yes there was Susie asleep at the side of me, albeit the covers were now in a heap on the floor. Had I felt her turn over quickly as I awoke? I couldn't be sure, but she did seem to be asleep so I guess I was mistaken. Why though did I feel so relaxed, so satisfied, so contented?

I could still sense every dreamlike movement of that mouth, how it teased and caressed, stroked and sucked at my engorged manhood. Yes, that was it . . . my manhood. With one hand I reached down to the chill below, fingers reaching forward and landing on . . . my cock. I shook my head at the feeling. It was not the fact that it was still semi-hard — quite often I would wake with a boner of various states — it was more the fact that my cock was hanging out of the fly of my boxers and more so that the head was exposed. Then there was the dampness. That was the most confusing of all.

Had I played with myself in my sleep? That could explain the dream, the hardness and maybe my exposure. "Shit," I thought to myself as I rapidly fumbled to cover up before Susie might wake up. Playing with myself explained all; all that was apart from the dampness. It wasn't just my head damp with pre-cum from an active night's pleasures, but also the shaft itself. No wonder I could feel the chill of the morning air.

I felt Susie move slightly as I fumbled to cover up. My own motions must have woken up my sister.

"Danny," she called out in a seemingly sleepy slumber.

"Susie," I replied. "I didn't mean to wake you."

If only I had glanced across at my sister and paid her some more attention. Maybe then I would have seen that her eyes were already wide open, that a sense of contented excitement was etched into her young face and that just a merest drop of creamy cum still lingered around one side of her mouth. Maybe then I would have known exactly what had happened that night.

I didn't, the only thought crossing my mind was relief that I hadn't inadvertently exposed myself to innocent Susie. I glanced over at her young form as she started to rise. Her oversized tee-shirt had ridden up slightly, revealing just a little more leg than was necessary and maybe the merest hint of panties beneath. Even in her sort of dishevelled first thing in the morning state, Susie still exuded beauty.

I had kept my side of the bargain, kept her company on her birthday night and still I could have comfort that nothing untoward had happened. The kiss was one thing, best now left forgotten, and we could return to a more normal life.

"Come on then," called Susie as she practically bounded out of bed. "Are you going to get up?"

I looked at her, a slightly quizzical expression on my face as all I fancied was a lazy day by the pool.

"Just asking if you're going to get up again or going to be lie there limp there all day?"

I suddenly became self-conscious. Was she staring at my boxers? I was decent once more and my hard-on from earlier had almost gone. Inside, I shook my head. I had become paranoid and was reading way too much into everything she said. All Susie was asking was whether I was going to get out of bed and here I was imagining something else.

"Come on then. I don't know about you, but I'm just a little peckish and then there's somebody I need to talk to before we leave."

There it was again, something teasingly tempting in the way she ran her tongue around her lips. Once more I shook my head, metaphorically speaking, this time to remove the image of those imaginary red lips . . . the ones which had so delightfully accompanied me through that wonderful dream.

"Coming," I said, sitting up in bed.

Had I said something funny? From the smile on Susie's face I might as well have cracked the most humorous of jokes.

"Oh," continued Susie, "and thank you."

Before I had time to react, my sister had kissed me once more. This time it was more of a peck on the cheek. She had made plans for the day, and I knew better than to disappoint. It was only then that her words sank in.

"Somebody you need to talk to?" I asked.

To be continued.