Apple Orchard

His sisters were both sound asleep when he laid down on his bed. He'd been sporting a half-boner since he'd left Victoria's room and now he was at last free to enjoy the little bargain he'd made for himself. Taking his cock in hand, he closed his eyes and let the fresh images of his sister in the shower come back to him. She had done everything she could think of to torture him, to try and make him break his promise, but he'd held out, just as he said he would. She was even better than the pictures on 4chan. Her large breasts were nice and perky, her nipples just begged to be pinched and sucked on. He liked the way she handled them with an audience. Her slow, gentle touch of herself. Sure it was effective for cleaning, but it was also for his benefit and he knew it. He liked it. 

He had grinned widely when she'd opted to shift a bit and start fingering herself in front of him. That had been delicious to watch. She was doing it in front of him. For him. Only him. He was the only one there. He loved that. The way she so reverently handled her womanhood, drawing out a quiet but certainly powerful orgasm while he watched her. He could almost taste her body, feel her skin under his fingers, her cunt wrapped around his cock. Patience. He knew now what he wanted. He would get it soon enough. First he had to have more control over her. 

He grunted softly with his orgasm, covering his chest in his own seed. He panted softly, laying there. His eyes were still closed as he picked up the small towel he kept at the head of his bed and cleaned himself up. Victoria was not the only woman he wanted. Nor did his list stop at Olivia. On the contrary, his list was just beginning to grow. He knew it. He could feel it. He was coming into his own. It would not be long before he would be one of those men who could get whomever they wanted. Yes, he looked forward to that. Small steps, though. Small steps.

He gathered himself up just in time to hear Gina get up and come to his door. She couldn't sleep again. The nightmares were back. He told her to come in and once again she curled up with him. He held her until she was once again fast asleep. He smiled to himself. She was so perfect in his arms. She fit there like she belonged. He let his hands wander freely, but gently, not wanting to wake her. Her breasts were growing nicely. Her little pussy felt so soft and inviting. Not yet. He could not have her yet. Slowly, though, carefully, he knew he could do it... he grinned as she trembled lightly in his arms. He knew the movement well now. He'd brought her to orgasm while she slept. He stroked softly her now soaked pussy lips for a couple of minutes. How nice it would be to be rubbing his dick against that. 

"Soon." He whispered softly and kissed the back of her neck. He slipped his hand away from her pussy and held her contently while she slept. Soon indeed.