We’re in deep.
There’s no undoing what’s done.
And, I don’t want to, no matter the cost.
Eric
The snowstorm has enabled us to stay wrapped up in this sexual fantasy come to life. With the salon having been closed because the roads are too bad, we’ve spent several days naked, fucking, and pretending the outside world doesn’t exist.
It’s been the best week of my life.
But, today, there’s been a heaviness in the air. A foreboding. Something I can’t put my finger on, but is most certainly there. It’s worrisome.
“You okay?” Clara asks, looking up from the wrapping paper strewn all over the living room floor. “You’re huffing and puffing.”
Frosty, who’s sitting in my lap, thumps his tail at hearing Clara’s voice, even in his sleep.
She’s magnetic like that.
“Yeah,” I lie and then huff, earning me an arched brow. “Well, okay, no. I’m stressed for some reason.”
“About us?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “Could be life. The snowstorm. Nothing.”
She slaps a red, shiny bow on a present that’s going to one of our little sisters, and then climbs to her feet. I would move Frosty over, but he’s snoring, and I don’t have the heart to. Clara nestles in next to me and takes my hand in hers.
“It’s going to be okay. All of it. Aren’t you happy right now?” She turns to look up at me, eyes shining with hope.
I lean forward and kiss her plump lips. “Hell yeah. My sex life is peak.”
She smirks and flashes me a sultry grin. “Best you’ve ever had?”
“And then some.”
In fact, I’ve fucked her so much over the last couple of days, I swear my dick is going to fall off from overuse. It’s still going strong, though, always ready for a romp when she is.
“I know how to loosen you up,” she says, sliding off the couch. “Alcohol.”
I chuckle as she sashays toward the kitchen, eyeing her cute ass as it jiggles. One day I’m going to push my dick into that hole too. My twitching cock must irritate Frosty because he growls at me. Then, he stands up, smashing the thing, before scampering out of the living room and up the stairs. He knows the signs, and clearly finds it too awkward to be around us when we’re being naughty.
“Want to play a game with me?” Clara calls out from the kitchen.
I rise to my feet. “Always.”
“Come here.”
Since I’m only wearing my boxers, I shove them down first, knowing the game will be more fun while naked. Once I make it to the kitchen, my cock thickens. Clara is also naked and is dipping her tit into the Cool-Whip container. She’s artfully placed a huge gob over her pussy, hiding that sweet part of her from me.
“What are you doing?” I demand, taking a step forward, and licking my lips.
She laughs and waggles a finger at me. “Nope. You have to follow the rules. Your turn.”
I grunt when she approaches with the tub of whipped cream. It’s obvious she wants me to put my cock into the soft, creamyfoam. Gripping onto my cock, I stir it around inside, shivering at the sensation. Then, I scoop some up to cover the top as well.
“Messy, sass. Tell me about this game.”
She sets the container on the counter. “Every time you answer a question, you get to lick me.”
