Dreaming of Demonic Sisters

Khayman: Yeah, sorry about that. Massive case of writers block, along with the fact that I wanted to edit it all. I'll try hard not to disappear like that again. :D

And now I've completely lost my good mood. I tried to upload this chapter three times, but i forgot to put on a chapter title, so i had to redo all this all over again.

>:|

On with the story!

(Finally)

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“Where are we?” I asked once I got up to the front. Seth barely even spared me a glance.

“Tennessee.”

He has got to be shitting me.

“Seriously?” Please say no. I looked at he speed limit.

Ummm mum mum mum mum. Seth’s over the speed limiiiit. He’s a lawbreakeeer.

Real bad boy, isn’t he?

“Yeah.” What? Oh.

“We’re stopping for the day.” The guilt was painful. Not as painful as it would be if Seth fell asleep at the wheel going this speed and ultimately killing us, or just me, but still, painful.

“No.” Seth had a hint of stubbornness in his voice.

“Yes.” When Seth started to open his mouth, I went on, “Do you really think you can win? Against me?”

And besides, he was up for the idea in more ways than one, last night when I was seducing him in the way that only I can. Cause, you know, I’d kill whoever else tried.

Might be a little obsessive and maybe a tad bit possessive, but it works for me.

Seth sighed, before nodding. I think he might have rolled his eyes at me, but I couldn’t really see because he was looking forward and I was at the wrong angel to see his eyes.

Obviously.

I looked around again, and noticed we were already in a town. Huh, would you look at that.

Seth pulled up into a parking lot, and leaned over the steering wheel, putting his forehead on his arms that where on the wheel.

And started snoring.

Not the loud and obnoxious kind of snoring. You know, the kind that gets louder and louder, especially if you have a TV on, and you keep turning the volume up, but they’re still louder.

But no, just loud enough to know that he was asleep. I wouldn’t stand for the other kind.

It was my turn to sigh this time as I got out of the car and went into the building. Guess I should have said that weren’t in just a random parking lot.

Random motel was more like it. Not bad or nothing. I feel like the blankets might actually be clean.

Not saying they don’t clean the blankets, but sometimes I just feel that they don’t. I don’t trust them…

Shit. Shouldn’t have made that bet. Stupid manly pride.

Kind of got this thing, you know, always wanted to do this or that?

Well, I’ve kind of always wanted to be fucked in a motel. You know, secretly, and no one knows I’m doing it. Well, except for the person fucking me. I wouldn’t be fucking myself, now would I? I’m not sure, but would using a vibrator or dildo be considered fucking yourself? Not saying that I ever had before. And I’m also not really sure if I ever will.

I feel really awkward right now.

Yeah…

Back to the motel fantasy.

I might have just thought up the idea a little while ago. Just started thinking about it a little earlier. But it’d feel even better if we were in Florida to do it. Sneaking out from under dad’s radar to go get screwed by a guy.

Sounds like a plan. Just got to hope that things go accordingly.

Which only has that part thought up at the moment. The getting screwed part.

“Sir?”

“What?” Probably sounded as clueless as the woman in front of me.

“Are you okay?” She asked, and I looked around. Huh, I was in the lobby or office or whatever they called it.

“Yeah.” Don’t really even remember coming in here. Well, I do remember going through a door, if that helps.

I shook my head, before getting a room, and walking back out to the car.

Seth was still snoring away, and I figured out that I probably should have locked the doors or something.

Who knows what could have happened to my sweet, vulnerable little Seth while I was away.

Nah, I’d be more concerned with him running off on me like I did that one time, and meeting one of myenemies. Not that I had any, but who knew? Maybe I had a secret admirer that followed me around everywhere and went crazy when they found out that I’d already lost my virginity cause they wanted to be the one that I’d lost it to, that way we’d both be happy, and live and die old together.

“Wake up,” I finally decided to stop the ramblings and hurry up to get Seth somewhere more comfortable, unless being a demon meant that he didn’t get any kinks if he slept in odd positions.

Ever fell asleep with certain body parts in certain positions?

And yes, I’m talking about toes.

Like when you fall asleep on your stomach and your toes are bending forward. Not fun when you wake up.

“Was goin on?” Seth slurred when I attempted to pull him out of the car.

Attempted, because he got stuck on something. His foot got stuck.

After pulling a bit, it came loose, and then I managed to get him up to the room, inside, and onto the bed.

He was asleep before he even got his shoes off, so I did it for him.

Aw, I feel like my heart is going to burst from all this sweetness.

Not.

But not I got the image burned into my head, a sweet little housewife, making his husband nice and comfy after a hard day’s work.

Would it be bad if the sweet little housewife looked eerily a lot like me?

Finally, I got Seth down to his underwear. I had to make sure he was covered up, and then locked the door, because I had to go the bathroom, and I didn’t trust the world for it not to send someone with the intent to have their dirty way with him.

Not while here.

Or anywhere else, either.

No one is going to be touching Seth. Except me.

And now that I have the urge to touch him…

But I need to go to the bathroom. And brush my teeth.

I seriously don’t remember putting that in the bag.

Once that was all done and over with, I got as naked as Seth almost was, and crawled into bed with him.

Hey, you can never get enough sleep, right?

But the problem with sleeping, is what you dream.

Especially when you have yet to be sated.

So, now I was horny, and Seth was still sleeping.

Fuck.

Well, he didn’t really seem to mind about me molesting him in his sleep the first time. Other than kind of pissed because we ended up mating accidentally.

I don’t care.

He owes me.

And with that in mind…

I straddled him.

Another fantasy of mine, would be riding him.

I think he really wants me to ride him, and I have half a mind to do that today.

Or maybe when we sneak off to the motel in the dead of night to have our naughty way with each other.

Seth didn’t even move when I got on top of him. Pretty heavy sleeper, when he’s really tired.

I gave an experimental thrust, and still didn’t get any reaction.

Well, not something that meant he was about to wake up. Just moved his head to the other side. And, you know, continue to sleep.

At least he wasn’t snoring anymore.

I rolled my hips again, and was still going good.

I started out slowly, watching him as best as I could and as quietly as I could without him waking up. Not sure what I would so if he did. Can’t really think of a good excuse to tell him to make him think that I was using his sleeping body to get off.

But hey, if you think about it this way, where last time I touched him in his sleep, it was solely to get him off, then we’d be even.

Except for the fact that I mainly sucked him off just because I wanted to do it.

And besides, Seth was enjoying this too.

Cause I’m special that way.

And now Seth just about threw me off in his sleep. Tried to roll over onto his side. I managed to hold onto his hips to keep him in place though.

I kept rubbing against him, and the friction felt so good. Made me go just a little bit harder and faster. Seth was unconsciously moving his hips up, making it all the better.

I closed me eyes as I moved. I don’t care if Seth wakes up. If he asks questions, then I’ll just ignore them.

And I was getting so close…

And almost scared me enough to fall off the bed when all of a sudden I felt hands on my waist, and just about stopped except I still felt real good. And it’s not like Seth was moving to stop me.

Well, I did have to stop when he pushed me to the side and onto the bed, so that he could roll over on top of me.

And by helping to finish off, Seth was grinding against me, breathing really hard against my neck and still holding onto my hips.

So good…

And then…

He stopped.

The fuck?

Son of a bitch.

He’s asleep.

And I can feel a certain sort of wetness down there.

That fucking fucker finished without me!

Fine, I could do it myself. In the bathroom.

If he thinks he’s getting cuddled after this, well, he’s got another thing coming.

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Uh, yeah, this chapter really didn’t change all that much.