"Y-yeah... for sure... thanks..." he replied somewhat awkwardly... her step-brother just came down her throat. It was wrong what they had done. Even the knee-bouncing, and he probably shouldn't have humored her 'daddy' thing, but... it was... fun... and became so hot...
He tucked his semi-erect cock into his pants, feeling it slightly dampen his boxers but that was no matter. Her bed creaked as he sat down on its edge, where he had been sitting before, and grabbed his bottle to pour another shot.
Julie went to spit the stuff out in the sink, paused, and instead presented her tight-fingered hand before her mouth where she spat out onto her palm. She looked at the semen, the sperm, whatever it's called... it was like liquid pearls. Streaks and globs of white that sort of swam about in clear liquid. It was warm, she jiggled it and some dribbled down into the sink below.
She was panting, catching her breath, she could still taste it... so weird... she sniffed the stuff in her hand and made a face. So pungent and musky... she wasn't ready to try tasting it some more so let it slip off of her hand as her 'clean' hand that had been on his shaft, reached for the knob.
Steadying his bottle to pour, Christopher's eyes flashed as he heard the front door.
"Fuck..." They both muttered at once, and Julie got the water running to wash her hands. She had a spot on her overalls too, well a bit more like a streak, had she missed some of what spilled from her mouth or had that dangling clear liquid on his tip fallen on her? She cleaned her hands, wiped the stuff from her lips and chin, and figured if she kept her hands in front of her she'll be able to hide the spot. She could just say that she spilled some water or something.
Chris rapidly put the cap back on the bottle, tightened it, grabbed the two bottles of rum in one hand, stuffed his shot glass into his pocket, and made his way out into the hall with his glass of water to hide the liquor in his room.
"There there, dear, let me get you that glass of water."
Nancy's voice could be heard in the living room, a chair scuffling. Good, Chris was able to get to his bedroom no problem. He squat down, put the glass of water on the floor, and opened the door before grabbing the glass and rising to his feet. He heard a faint, subtle click and paused as he watched the washroom door slowly open.
Julie immediately glanced out towards the kitchen, then over to Christopher's room only to see him there at the open doorway.
He nodded urgently towards her bedroom.
She likewise nodded, had been worried about the bottles in her room, and slunk back to the sound of her TV, relieved to have seen that Chris... daddy... had them. Maybe best to finish her glass too, in case mom smells the alcohol in it. She had a keen nose.
She looked down, remembered the spot, and held her hands in front of her like a polite girl to cover it up. Her heart was still jackhammering... he'd made her cum so hard, harder than ever, and it was just his hand! Did she do a good job too? She turned off the TV and sat on the edge of her bed, where she had been when she... jerked and sucked-off her... step-brother. So crazy... but sohot.
With a blushing grin, she fell back on her bed, her arms out, with her feet still on the floor, remembering Christopher's powerful penis and intimidating face as she made him orgasm... his taste was still on her tongue, his smell still in her nose.
"There you go... off to bed now, sweetie."
"Mgh... grmble..." Rick grunted, his uneven footsteps audible.
Julie sat up, glancing down at the spot on her pants and covering herself there. She released a hand, grabbed her glass of rum and Coke, and gulped some of it down, then the rest, and her body shivered.
Aw... that took away the taste...
Chris listened as the footsteps made their way along the hallway, saw a shadow at his door... and then it passed, the footsteps never stopping.
"Theeeere we are... you've got your water there... now off to bed, ohhhhh, Ricky, you look sotired..." She watched him sit down, his suit unkempt, tie undone, and he began struggling out of the oppressive clothes.
He just looked at the floor, tipping left and right, tugging at his clothes. Hopefully he won't get sick...
Nancy tiptoed down the hall to Julie's room.
She just clunked her glass down when her door opened.
'Daddy?' She thought, hoping it was him, but it was mom.
"Hey, sweetie. How're you? You okay?" she whispered.
"M-m'hmm!" She nodded quickly. "Have a... good night with Rick?"
"Oh yeah, he's fine." She waved dismissively towards the master bedroom. "Sorry we're home so late-"
"Oh, no, it's fine. It's fine."Morethan fine, as she sat with her two hands together against her lower belly with the edges of them resting on her lap, hiding the streak of... fluid...
"Okay, have fun with C-... Carl-?"
"Chris. Yeah, we had fun, I think he's just in his room right now." She could faintly smell her mom's perfume and the faint scent of wine mingle with... some musky aroma that lingered in her room. How long would it be there? It made her mind swim... she missed her 'step-brother' already...