Thread: Home Alone (Casket & Tori)

Kyle finished himself off without having to resort to tickling his prostate, because he could almost swear that he heard his sister's moan coming from her room across the hall. Unfortunately the dirty talk he was doing for himself and they muffled moans from across the hall caused him to have a pretty massive orgasm and the sticky towel he reserved for such incidents was just out of reach and his cock exploded and sprayed hot jizz all up the front of his t-shirt and even on to the underneath of his chin. Shit! He cursed and finished spanking his cock off into the crusty towel, after a few more spasming jettisons of cum he'd finally finished, dropping down onto his back on his porn covered bed in order to catch his breath. Another problem with having a big dick was that extremely powerful erections often made him light headed do to the amount of blood it took to stand the behemoth thing up. Kyle took a few minutes to gather himself and get some blood back into his thinking head, once he had sat up and surveyed the mess he'd made of himself. His shirt looked like he'd been on an episode of that Nickelodeon show where they dumped buckets of slime on people, except instead of green it was pearl white. Kyle stripped off the shirt and used the clean sleeve area to wipe the bottom of his jaw and then threw it into his dirty clothes hamper. Normally he would have put the soiled item aside so their mother wouldn't find it, much like the crusty towel but with his parents out of town he'd be doing his own laundry. He walked over to his dresser and opened the shirt drawer only to find it was empty of clean shirts. All the laundry his mother had done before she left was probably still down in the laundry room. Kyle took a second to look into his mirror, flexing his muscular physique once to bolster his confidence after being shot down by his ungodly hot sister. It worked, he was handsome enough and guessed that after a while he'd find some cute cheerleader to blow and fuck him and realize that the unnatural attraction he felt for Lindsey was just a passing fad. In fact Ashley Miller had always been pretty flirty with him and now that she was working down at the milkshake joint her body was starting to fill out quite nicely. Maybe he'd stop down there later today and see if she wanted to go to the mall or see a movie. But first things first, he was famished, after loosing that much fluid from his body, he always got really hungry. Kyle walked out of his room and a notable scent hit his nose, in months past, he'd snuck a peak into Lindsey's room while she worked the cute little vibrator that she had stashed in her nightstand drawer and thought nobody had know about. He remembered the smell and how sweet and pungent it had been when she came, the smell he was smelling now was that very scent. Kyle tip toed over to her door and peaked in but Lindsey wasn't there. He walked quickly over to her nightstand and quietly opened the drawer and there it was, still glistening from her last excursion with it. He picked it up and held it under his nose, breathing her scent in deeply. If it smelled that good he had to wonder what she tasted like. Kyle had reservations about putting anything cock shaped near his mouth but found the draw of his sister juice too much to deny and licked it. He savored her sweet juice on his tongue and tried to assign it a specific flavor, almost a mix of vanilla and balsamic vinegar is what he finally decided on. He placed the sex toy back into her drawer and shut it, he'd just jerked off after all and didn't want to go stirring the beast in his pants again, because anytime he'd ever tried going for a two-fer was usually a marathon and he simply didn't have the energy for that right now. Kyle exited his sister's room and jogged happily down the stairs, he could see the tv on in the living room and assumed that Lindsey was in there watching something, he wasn't about to bother her afterall, she just totally embarrassed him and hurt his feelings a little. Kyle skipped the living room and used the side door to the kitchen. Once in there he walked to the fridge and started pulling out lunch meat to make himself a sandwich. The thought crossed his mind that he hadn't washed up after he'd masturbated, but after how many times he'd shot his own load into his mouth since starting his jerking career as a youngster, he wasn't really concerned about it. He pulled out a couple pieces of bread and slathered them with mayo and then piled on the meats and cheeses. Sandwich complete he took a monster bite out of it and finally started to make his way to the living room to see what Lindsey was watching. He walked into the living room still shirtless and munching on the now half sandwich. What cha watching? He asked, mouth full of food. He looked down at her and saw she'd put on a sweatshirt and was wearing the hood up. He thought it was weird as it wasn't at all cold in the house, if anything he was sweating a little but that might be from the work out he'd just partaken in.