1. Fucking my S*s


    Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: jacobjancsurak, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    disarray. Unfortunately, as gentle as I was the contact was enough to disturb my s****r and she shifted slightly where she lay before cracking open one eye. "Is it morning already?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "Mmph, sorry. Didn't mean to stay here all night. Told you not to let me fall asl**p though." I shrugged. "It's okay, I don't mind." Monica rolled over off of my lap, still wrapped in my blanket but allowing me to move from what had become a somewhat uncomfortable position. "I think I like your bed better, you know," she said. "Don't know why though." "The mattress maybe?" I suggested. "Yeah, maybe. Could just be 'cause you're here too, it's nice not being alone when I wake up." "There's something to be said for it alright." I maneuvered myself toward the edge of the bed, shuffling around Monica who seemed less inclined to start her day just yet. "Are you getting up now?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm going to go see about breakfast. You want me to get you anything?" "Nah, I don't know how long I'll be." "Okay." She might just go back to sl**p in my absence, but that wasn't really my problem. And my stomach was beginning to seriously insist on food. I hadn't quite reached the kitchen when I realized someone else had beaten me there. The faint sound and smell of something cooking registered in my brain just before I turned the corner and had my suspicions confirmed. Mom was standing by the sink with a cup of coffee in her hands and a tired expression on her face. There were ...
    pancakes on the stove cooking next to a bowl of batter and by the look of things they needed to be flipped. "Oh, good morning," mom said, seeming caught off-guard by my appearance. "I didn't realize you were up yet." "Just got up," I said. I crossed in front of her and grabbed the spatula to save the pancakes from burning. "I thought making breakfast for you and your s****r would be nice," she said. "But I'm not sure I'm really as up to it as I thought." That she didn't even mention dad told me something, although it wasn't anything I couldn't have guessed. The driveway was visible out the kitchen window and when I looked I saw his car was gone. I wasn't sure whether he'd left last night or early in the morning. Either way, it had been a long time since all four of us had eaten breakfast together and that wasn't going to change any time soon. "I can get it from here," I said. "Are you sure?" "It's pretty simple, even I can flip things over when they start going brown." Mom gave me a small smile and set her cup down on the counter. "Okay, thank you. I might just go lie back down for a few minutes. Make sure Monica gets up in time to eat okay?" "Sure." Standing there waiting for pancakes to cook was not what I felt like doing, but somehow I'd ended up stuck with it anyway. I was tempted to only make enough for Monica and me right now and leave the rest of the batter until later since I didn't expect mom back any time soon. The only thing was I really had no idea how well it would ...
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