In Hand...

Mr. Cheeks' libido is a strange creature. At moments when I think sex is furthest from his mind, all of the sudden he's the horniest I've seen him in weeks. Such was the case on Christmas Eve.

We spent the night at my mom's house, along with a few other family members. Age trumped all as far as sleeping arrangements go, so we were relegated to the sofa bed in the family room. A room, mind you, that we had to share with my younger sister who was sleeping on an air mattress set up so she could watch "A Christmas Story" to her heart's content.

We snuggled under the covers and it became clear that Mr. Cheeks was not quite ready for sleep. Now a few things to note; I'm a gamer - I rarely say no to sex. But I'm also kinda loud. It isn't on purpose, but that's how things happen. Also, Mr. Cheeks has an injured leg that means me on top is one of our only options for knockin' boots. AND even I know it is not cool to fuck like bunnies in front of my developmentally disabled sister who still halfway believes in Santa Claus.

So I was in the odd role of being the one whispering "No... stop it... seriously, stop" as his hands were sliding into my pajama pants and under my shirt to play with my nipples a little roughly, just the way I like. So then we were kissing, fondling, rubbing and trying to be quiet as we pushed each other's buttons that we know so well.

My sister was oblivious as I slid my hand into his boxers and took his hard, throbbing cock in hand. I kissed him deeply as I began to stroke with slow purpose. He moaned very quietly when I whispered that I wanted to feel him cum all over my hand. And then he did and he grinned like a cat as he watched me lick him from my fingers, by the light of the Christmas tree that was 2 feet from our bed.

It was sweet and fervent and very much like being a teenager again. I don't think my sister ever noticed a thing. And when we got home on Christmas night, I got mine. *grin*