My Best Friend's Sister Saw My Bulge While I Was Crashing On Their Couch (PART TWO)

**PART ONE:**

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"What's up with you?" Adam asked me as we stood out on the back patio looking at storm clouds off in the distance. The clouds were almost green, which was never a good sign.

"Nothing," I quickly replied. I couldn't tell him what was actually up with me. I couldn't tell him that one week before I had fucked his sister in her bedroom. I couldn't tell him I came all over her stomach and subsequently came all over mine the next day thinking about the encounter.

"You seem weird," he said. A clap of thunder followed his rebuttal, almost as if God was trying to speak to me as well.

"I'm just a weird dude," I walked out in the yard to get a better look at the storm clouds. As I looked up at the darkening sky, Adam's mom opened up the door to let us know dinner was ready. It was a Sunday evening, and if everyone was in town, Adam and his family would get together for Sunday dinner. It usually only happened once or twice a month, since Adam and his father were traveling so much.

We went inside and his mom instructed us to "wash up" as if we were on an episode of Little House on the Prairie. Adam and I laughed to each other and then washed our hands with the same vigor as a surgeon.

Riley and Adam's father were already waiting at the dining table. I suppose I should give his parents names, so we'll refer to them as Bob and Sally.

Anyway, the table was stacked with food. She made rolls, mashed potatoes, some sort of chicken dish, green beans, and a summery salad. That's a thing, right? I don't know. It just looked like a salad that could only be consumed in the summer. I think any salad with berries sprinkled on top is for summer.

The food looked delicious, but I didn't have much of an appetite. I was so uncomfortable sitting at the table, directly across from Riley and Bob. They were seated on one side, and Adam, Sally and I were on the other. I felt like Bob knew I fucked his daughter. I could see it in his eyes. Of course, I was just being paranoid. There's no way he'd know... right? I worried a lot back then about a lot of things and would go through these detailed scenarios in my head. As they carried on some conversation about a story they heard on the local news, I imagined Bob walking inside Riley's room and going through her texts or something.

And in one text to her friend, she talked about how we had sex, and now he knows, and this bread roll I'm picking at has been buttered up with some lethal, but undetectable toxin.

"You not hungry?" Bob asked me.

"I had a late lunch," I replied.

"A late lunch? Well, that's silly. You knew it was Sunday!" Sally responded sweetly.

"I've just been working so much lately. I can't keep up with the days."

"Aw. You sound so old already," she responded.

"Welcome to life, son," Bob said with a chuckle as he went to town on his second serving of mashed potatoes.

I caught Riley looking at me. She smiled. We hadn't talked much since the incident in her room. I stopped sleeping on the couch, although tonight I'd be back on it since Adam was back in town. She was wearing a sundress, which was highly unusual for her. She wasn't the type to wear dresses. She also had on a little makeup, trying to cover up some of the blemishes on her face.

"You look so pretty today, Riley!" Sally exclaimed. "I love it when you dress up. Are you going somewhere after dinner?"

"Nope." Riley slid a green bean inside her mouth and chewed. Sally asked her how college was going. The thunder became more frequent outside and raindrops started to hit the window. It didn't long for the wind to pick up and the hail to start. Before Sally could pull the pie out of the oven, the storm had knocked out the electric. Poor Bob was eating the last of the mashed potatoes in the dark. Sally tried to find candles, "Where the heck are they?!" she nearly shouted, but never cursed.

We all helped her clean up in the dark. Bob kept insisting to "just leave it" until the power came back on, but Sally couldn't just leave it. We all chatted in the living room for the next hour or so before everyone kinda went off to their respective rooms... except me, of course. My room was the living room. The power company gave an estimated time of around 6:00 am for restoration, so it was going to be a warm and muggy night inside the house.

I couldn't really sleep. There was no fan in the living room. I opened the window, but it didn't really seem to help. I stripped down to my boxer briefs and tossed my blanket on the ground, but it was still so uncomfortably warm.

"Hey," I heard Riley whisper from... somewhere. I couldn't see her it was so dark.

"Riley?" I whispered back. I stumbled off the couch and gingerly walked toward the hallway, using the wall as a guide. Eventually, I saw her standing in the hall, wearing nothing but a long t-shirt that stopped just above her knees.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Come to bed with me," she responded.

"What? Are you serious?"

"It's too quiet! I can't sleep! I always have the TV on."

I followed her back to her room, even though I didn't fully understand how I would replace the noise from a television. She gently closed her door behind us, and within seconds, I was spooning her. Her ass pressed against my boxer briefs. Our body heat made the temperature feel even hotter, but for some reason I didn't seem to mind it.

"Thank you," Riley whispered. "This is nice," she added. I couldn't argue, but then she started wiggling her ass against me. It was barely noticeable at first, but then her movements became more precise as my cock hardened inside my boxer briefs.

"Stop," I whispered.

"Stop what?" she laughed, playing dumb.

"We can't do this right now," I whispered.

"Why not?"

"It's so fucking quiet in the house."

"I won't make a sound" she pressed her ass against me with more pressure.

"You can't," I replied.

"I won't," she shot back.

"We'll see about that," I said before planting a soft kiss on the back of her neck. I could almost hear her mouth opening. My lips dragged against her neck as she moved her ass up and down the outline of my cock. My mouth worked its way to her ear, nibbling softly, before whispering, "I want to taste you."

I slid down the bed and turned her flat on her back, positioning myself between her legs. I just knew Dylan hadn't eaten her pussy, or if he did, he didn't do it right. I lifted up the shirt she was wearing, folding it neatly above her belly button. Then, I lowered my head close to her pussy... close enough to feel the warmth. As mentioned, it was hot inside the house, so we were both sweating, but I didn't mind. I wanted to taste all of her.

I ran my fingertips up and down her thighs and let my mouth hang just inches above her pussy. With every stroke of her thighs, my fingers would inch closer to her warmth. She lifted her hips up a bit, trying to bring my hand to her pussy. "Please," she whispered. I smiled up at her and then brought my lips down to her soft stomach. My tongue circled her belly button before I dragged it down to the very top of her pussy. I planted soft kisses in every spot near her pussy before finally making contact with her clit, “Ah!” she cried out, almost as if she was in pain. It was too loud of an "Ah!"

"Nope," I pulled back.

"What?" she whispered, out of breath. "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting it. I'm good now."

I wasn't actually going to stop. I went back in. She grabbed my hair and held tight as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked, occasionally gliding my tongue over it. The softest of moans escaped her lips. I dropped my hand down to tease her opening with my finger. I then slid two fingers inside, curling them up just a bit. She pulled on my hair roughly as I flicked her clit with my tongue. My fingers continued to massage her pussy. I could feel her wetness coming down my hand at this point.

She moaned again, and this time it was louder. I slid my fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth, shoving my fingers inside. Instinctively, she started to suck on them as my lips continued to suck on her clit, occasionally dropping down to tease her wet and sweaty opening with my tongue.

Her teeth bit down on my fingers as I applied more pressure against her clit. By this point, her juices had completely covered my chin. I loved every moment, even though it was muggy as hell. I couldn't tell what was sweat and what was sex juice. Is that what it's called? My tongue desperately dragged up and down her wet slit. I pressed my tongue flat against her clit and then closed my lips around it, sucking harder this time.

She bit down violently on my fingers and her thighs started to shake against my cheeks. Her hips raised off the bed and she tried to turn her body to the side as she came, but I managed to hold her in place and keep my mouth on her clit until she popped my fingers out of her mouth and said, "please, please" breathlessly.

It was too dark to confirm, but I'm pretty sure there were some gnarly bite marks just below my knuckles. I kissed my way up her body and then pressed my lips against hers. "My face is numb," she whispered, almost in a concerned tone. She then let out a little laugh and reached down to place her hand against my cock through my boxer briefs. She rubbed her palm against the outline, and then slithered her way down my body.

"You think I can make you cum without taking them off?" she whispered up at me, and before I could answer, she pressed her opened mouth against the fabric of my boxers. I'm not sure why this was so hot to me in the moment, but I nearly groaned in response. She pressed her lips firmly against the outline of my cock. Her drool covered the front of my boxers. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and ran down my boxer-covered shaft.

I ran my hands through her hair. This continued for another minute or two. She briefly gave her mouth a break and rubbed my cock with her hand, but then quickly went back to making out with the outline of my cock.

"Fuck," I whispered, shifting on the bed. I could feel my orgasm building. I grabbed her hair and pulled gently as her lips focused on where my head was under my boxers. She sucked roughly and within seconds, I was cumming inside my boxer briefs. I cum a lot, so it was basically being strained like pasta water through the material of my boxers. She continued sucking, cleaning up some of the mess she made.

She then pulled my boxers down and sucked on the head, licking it clean. I nearly came again, jumping a bit and letting out a louder moan than I wanted to.

"You're ridiculous," I whispered, pulling her up beside me.

"My pussy is still vibrating," she replied.

... and then the lights turned back on. No, just kidding. The power didn't come back on until noon the next day and everything in the fridge had to be thrown out. Sally was very upset.