Movie Night with GF's Sister Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Movie Night with GF's Sister Ch. 03

I woke early in the morning when the sunlight first started to show through Claire's bedroom window. We had fallen asleep facing each other, but now were cuddled - penis semi-erect as it was pulled tightly against her bare ass. I placed a kiss on her ear, and moved down to her freckled shoulder. The smell of her, of last night, of sex, was still strong in the room. I smiled at the thought and looped my arm around her waist, resting my hand on her bare breast, and dozed off again.

I awoke some time later in a rather different position. Lying flat on my back, I could sense the bed was empty next to me. My senses also picked up on something else. Downstairs, I heard the sizzle of a frying pan and the smell of breakfast sausage came wafting upstairs. I went to move, to go greet Claire in the kitchen, but found that neither my hands nor feed could move. Turning to look, I saw that each limb was now tied to the bed with black, shear stockings. The knot looked tight, but I knew the stocking could break with the slightest pull. But something in my head, and my groin, said that would not be a good idea.

After a few minutes I heard the staircase creak and Claire walked into the room. She was wearing a pale blue silk nighty, with lace cuffing the bottom hem as it swung to barely hide her crotch.

"Someone's hungry," Claire said, glancing down at my now erect penis as she set a tray of food on the nightstand. "I figured we could have a little fun, and since you weren't awake ...

... when I rolled over, breakfast seemed to be in order."

She was smiling at me, a hungry yet caring smile. Her pale breasts mounded beneath the silk, and my dick grew even more. "Imagine my surprise," I said, pulling at my wrists and ankles.

"Well, we still are going to have a little fun." She flashed a wicked grin as she picked up a sausage link, put it between her teeth and leaned down for me to take a bite. Though the sausage was good, that's not where my mind was. As if knowing this, she said: "Patient! We have all day, let's just enjoy this."

She pulled a golden fresh waffle from a plate and fed me a bite, then dropped the warm waffle on my bare chest. As I chewed, she took a dish of maple syrup and drizzled it on the waffle, with some of the syrup running off the waffle onto my chest. I wasn't sure what was happening, but was too naked and too turned on by Claire to care.

Using her fingers, she pulled the waffle apart and took a piece for herself. Then a piece for me. She doled out more sausage links, feeding me and tearing the rest into pieces so they fell in the pool of syrup on my chest. Then, she bent over and licked the syrup and sausage off my chest, being sure to use every part of her tongue. My hands pulled at the bed posts, the stockings whispered against my skin, further arousing me. After another waffle, more syrup and a few more sausage links, she used her tongue to clean my chest of breakfast.

"I figured no need to dirty more dishes," she whispered ...