Watching the siblings’ mother leave like that, all confused and flustered and blindsided to the point of incoherence, Gabby couldn’t help but smirk in triumph at the thought of how perfectly her plan had come together. She was even about to yell out something along the lines of: ‘Don’t worry, Mrs Brennan, I didn’t let any of your son’s yummy cum land on the carpet or the sofa!’, but then she quickly reconsidered. That would be unnecessarily quippy of her, and might spoil the general success of her odd yet unforgettable introduction to Michelle and Tyler’s mom.
As Ellie’s steps disappeared upstairs and the sound of her bedroom door closing behind her echoed down to them, Tyler let out a long liberating sigh that made Gabby turn to look up at him. He was shaken, sure, but not too badly, she thought. Indeed, the silent gaze he cast her gave Gabby the distinct impression that Tyler had grown to respect her a lot over the last couple of minutes, and, dismissive and cool as she wanted to be about it, she felt a definite warmth radiating inside her at the thought that she had managed to carve a little space for herself in the heart of Michelle’s lovestruck brother.
“Well, that wasn’t too bad, was it?” Gabby snickered as she nonchalantly started scooping up thick globs of cum from her messily facialized visage and bringing those creamy morsels to her lips.
“Are you kidding me?!” Tyler replied with a chuckle, “that was…”
“… awesome!” concluded a still groggy yet definitely impressed Michelle as she emerged from her hiding place behind the armchair on shaky legs. “Gabby, you totally saved us! And it was soooo hot too! You were so cool and sexy, it was like some kind of slutty navy seal secret agent type of thing! Wow!”
“You did save us,” Tyler agreed as he wrapped his arms around Michelle’s curvy little body and enjoyed the feel of her soft bulging tits pressing against his chest while she snuggled cozily in his embrace. “Thanks, Gabby. You were totally awesome.”
“Aw, you guys…” Gabby replied, shrugging her slim shoulders. “That’s nice and all, but if you really wanna make me blush you’ll have to try much harder. I have a very high tolerance for adulation, you know.”
After they shared a collective laugh, the trio was brought back to reality by Tyler’s slightly concerned words: “I think we should get upstairs now. Mom will recover soon enough and she’ll have questions. Lots of questions.”
“And I should probably come to your room now, right, stud?” Gabby teasingly suggested, winking at Tyler as she finally stood up before the siblings. “I mean, being your girlfriend and all…”
As those half-chuckled and half-mumbled words left her mouth, Gabby shifted her gaze toward Michelle, her voice losing her sassy edge and her whole demeanor assuming an unusually questioning quality, as if she was in fact asking for Michelle’s permission, or at least testing her reaction with a subtle request hidden under the guise of her characteristic innuendo. Locking eyes with Gabby for a long pregnant moment, Michelle only stared the brunette down for a brief unblinking second before quickly flashing her one of her room-brightening smiles.
And with that, even though there had been no true hostility or defiance in their brief parody of an alpha dominance contest, Gabby knew that she had lost and that Michelle had won, and that was exactly how it was supposed to be. Indeed, contrary to her usual bossy attitude, Gabby was fine with that outcome. It seemed right, at a very deep level, and it even felt good somehow to lose to Michelle’s genuine kindness and quiet, gently conquering strength.
Leaning more firmly against her brother’s strong frame as he gazed at her petite curvy form with undisguised love and lust and devotion, Michelle shared a meaningful look with Tyler before she turned to Gabby again and spoke in a placid, matter-of-fact tone.
“He’s mine. And I’m his. No matter what. We belong together.”
As soon as she was done saying that, Michelle turned her adorable face up and offered her luscious lips for Tyler to kiss, which he immediately did, sharing a deep loving smooch that left no doubt to the truth Michelle had just spoken. When their mouths separated, both siblings were smiling and looking at Gabby with a sort of benevolent peacefulness that made the brunette’s smirk sweeten and soften, until she said: “I know, I know… You two are meant to be, no doubt about that. But we should still stick to the story, right? Keep up the charade and all that, so your mom doesn’t get suspicious?”
While Tyler shrugged in assent, Michelle nodded and said: “Yeah, that makes sense. But first,” she added with a playful giggle, stepping forward and licking her lips, “let me get some of that cum before I have to go to my room all by myself! Ty might be your fake boyfriend, but he’s still my actual brother, so I always get dibs on his cum!”
The trio’s general chuckle faded into a charged silence as Michelle got closer to Gabby, leaned in and stuck out her tongue, hungrily starting to lap up and slurp down glob after milky glob of cum from the brunette’s white-streaked face. Playful and borderline comical as it was to watch his sister treat their friend’s seed-splattered visage like some kind of lewd ice-cream cone while Gabby tittered away in amused compliance, Tyler couldn’t help but feel his chubby dong flex with excitement as he admired how thoroughly and eagerly his sister was using her tongue to clean up Gabby’s cheeks and forehead and chin and nose of his abundant sperm. Even though the clock was sort of ticking and it was definitely a bad idea to linger there, Tyler couldn’t bring himself to break that sexy spectacle, not until it ended on its own when Michelle planted a long, wet cum-sharing smooch on Gabby’s lips.
As the girls broke their lip lock with in a shower of complicit giggles, Tyler sighed at the thought that his fully recuperated boner would have to wait for a better moment to be put to good use. Still, as he watched Michelle scamper across the living room and invite Gabby to follow her upstairs, their very different yet extremely hot bodies still gloriously naked for his eyes to feast on, a broadly grinning Tyler considered that maybe the chance to do something about his raging hardness would come sooner rather than later.
Heading after the girls, who were smiling and shushing each other’s forcibly suppressed giggles while attempting to be somewhat stealthy, Tyler couldn’t help but get fixated on the bouncy, epic plumpness of Michelle’s huge tits and big jiggly bubble-butt, as usual. And yet, what made his passion for his beautiful sister roar inside him stronger than ever at that moment was the easygoing yet confident attitude showed by Michelle in relation to Gabby’s self-appointed yet completely fake status as his girlfriend. There was no trace of jealousy or annoyance in Michelle, no negativity, and Tyler wasn’t feeling any either.
But then again, he pondered as he climbed the stairs, why would there be? Gabby had played it smart, and saying that she was his girlfriend was actually the most logical and believable thing to do given the situation they were in, and Michelle recognized it, as did he. But, more than that, Tyler knew that there was really no reason for either himself or his sister to be upset, because the truth was that he and Michelle were meant to be, just like she had said and Gabby had recognized.
And that was all that mattered.