would
have to admit that he hadn't been deeply in love with her (the marriage had
been based on mutual interests, amazing sexual chemistry, and a desire to
provide a family for their children) but he did love her, and of course he
missed the intimate times. Freia took after his wife; the same thin, wiry
frame, the face with freckles and a snub nose. Yes, in his memories, his wife
could easily have been replaced with Freia. He wondered if she had the same
perfect ass, before realizing what he was thinking about, and carefully
averting his gaze.
Nord
tried very carefully to concentrate on dinner for the rest of the meal.
After
dinner, the children went off into their own separate rooms, supposedly to do
homework. When Freia was fairly sure that everyone had gone to bed, she left
her room quietly, and flitted across to Heath's. She was dressed in the nightie
that she normally wore to bed, which was pink, thin and revealing.
"Heath?
Heath, are you awake?"
She
pushed open the door, and as she entered, Heath hurredly picked up a blanket,
covering himself up. Freia wondered what he was doing that had required
covering up.
"Freia!?
What do you want? It's late!" Heath asked. Freia noticed that he was
panting slightly, as if he had been running a race.
"I
just wanted to ask you a question."
"Yes?
What is it?"
"It's
about what Dad was talking about at dinner...I'm curious. How far have you gone with your new girlfriend?"
"Freia,"
Heath replied, cautiously, "Did Dad send you in to pump me?"
Immediately after saying the word "pump", he blushed.
"No
no no," Freia laughed. "I'm genuinely curious."
"Well,"
Heath was still cautious, but decided to answer his sister's query. "Not
that it's any of your business, but we've kissed, and that's it."
"You
mean...she hasn't taken care of your needs at all?" Freia couldn't explain
her sudden sense of outrage, and truth be told, didn't really want to. If
you were honored enough to be chosen by her gorgeous step-brother , she told
herself, then you'd better damn well at least suck him off.
"Freia,
why do you think I was jerking off when you came in?" Heath replied,
throwing caution to the wind.
Freia
gasped. That explained quite a lot. At the same time, her sense of outrage
grew. Her step-brother, her twenty year-old attractive older sibling, was
reduced to playing with himself, all because his bitch of a girlfriend wouldn't
spread her legs once in a while. Well, she reasoned, it was time to take
matters into her own hands.
"You
don't have to do that, Heath!" she exclaimed. Heath grinned.
"Actually,
as a male, I do. You see, if I don't jack off at least once every few days,
then-" Freia interrupted.
"That's
not what I meant at all." Before Heath could say another word, Freia had
whipped the blanket off his privates, and dived headfirst into her very first
blow-job.
Freia
wasn't entirely sure what had inspired her to do this. Her brother didn't
deserve to be spending his nights jerking off, that she knew. And as the only
female in the house, it was her job to take care of his needs. On top of that,
she'd always wondered what giving a blow-job was like, and now she knew; it was wonderful . She couldn't believe the sensations coursing through her body
as her young tongue played with her brother's huge cock, as it occasionally
collided with the back of her throat, pumping in and out of her mouth. Her
nipples grew almost painfully hard, and her cunt started dripping.
This
could be it, Freia suddenly realized. This could be her place in the family.
She could be the cute younger step-sister who sucked her brother off whenever
he was horny. It would really help her and Heath bond, and it was definitely
something that they'd have in common. She contemplated other bonding activities
as her hands reached up to cup his balls. She used her hands to jack him off,
and sucked on his testes for a few seconds, before returning to her
enthusiastic blow-job. She couldn't think of anything else which would
have to admit that he hadn't been deeply in love with her (the marriage had
been based on mutual interests, amazing sexual chemistry, and a desire to
provide a family for their children) but he did love her, and of course he
missed the intimate times. Freia took after his wife; the same thin, wiry
frame, the face with freckles and a snub nose. Yes, in his memories, his wife
could easily have been replaced with Freia. He wondered if she had the same
perfect ass, before realizing what he was thinking about, and carefully
averting his gaze.
Nord
tried very carefully to concentrate on dinner for the rest of the meal.
After
dinner, the children went off into their own separate rooms, supposedly to do
homework. When Freia was fairly sure that everyone had gone to bed, she left
her room quietly, and flitted across to Heath's. She was dressed in the nightie
that she normally wore to bed, which was pink, thin and revealing.
"Heath?
Heath, are you awake?"
She
pushed open the door, and as she entered, Heath hurredly picked up a blanket,
covering himself up. Freia wondered what he was doing that had required
covering up.
"Freia!?
What do you want? It's late!" Heath asked. Freia noticed that he was
panting slightly, as if he had been running a race.
"I
just wanted to ask you a question."
"Yes?
What is it?"
"It's
about what Dad was talking about at dinner...I'm curious. How far have you gone with your new girlfriend?"
"Freia,"
Heath replied, cautiously, "Did Dad send you in to pump me?"
Immediately after saying the word "pump", he blushed.
"No
no no," Freia laughed. "I'm genuinely curious."
"Well,"
Heath was still cautious, but decided to answer his sister's query. "Not
that it's any of your business, but we've kissed, and that's it."
"You
mean...she hasn't taken care of your needs at all?" Freia couldn't explain
her sudden sense of outrage, and truth be told, didn't really want to. If
you were honored enough to be chosen by her gorgeous step-brother , she told
herself, then you'd better damn well at least suck him off.
"Freia,
why do you think I was jerking off when you came in?" Heath replied,
throwing caution to the wind.
Freia
gasped. That explained quite a lot. At the same time, her sense of outrage
grew. Her step-brother, her twenty year-old attractive older sibling, was
reduced to playing with himself, all because his bitch of a girlfriend wouldn't
spread her legs once in a while. Well, she reasoned, it was time to take
matters into her own hands.
"You
don't have to do that, Heath!" she exclaimed. Heath grinned.
"Actually,
as a male, I do. You see, if I don't jack off at least once every few days,
then-" Freia interrupted.
"That's
not what I meant at all." Before Heath could say another word, Freia had
whipped the blanket off his privates, and dived headfirst into her very first
blow-job.
Freia
wasn't entirely sure what had inspired her to do this. Her brother didn't
deserve to be spending his nights jerking off, that she knew. And as the only
female in the house, it was her job to take care of his needs. On top of that,
she'd always wondered what giving a blow-job was like, and now she knew; it was wonderful . She couldn't believe the sensations coursing through her body
as her young tongue played with her brother's huge cock, as it occasionally
collided with the back of her throat, pumping in and out of her mouth. Her
nipples grew almost painfully hard, and her cunt started dripping.
This
could be it, Freia suddenly realized. This could be her place in the family.
She could be the cute younger step-sister who sucked her brother off whenever
he was horny. It would really help her and Heath bond, and it was definitely
something that they'd have in common. She contemplated other bonding activities
as her hands reached up to cup his balls. She used her hands to jack him off,
and sucked on his testes for a few seconds, before returning to her
enthusiastic blow-job. She couldn't think of anything else which would
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