Grumbling yet nodding in understanding, Lori sighed and placed a long kiss on her curvy sister’s tumid lips before standing up to leave. “Fine. You and your stupid creatives juices… Just wake me up even if I’m sleeping, I don’t care how late it is.”
As soon as Lori had disappeared into their shared bathroom and back into her room, Lyla threw herself into her far-fetched screenplay again. The pages went by easily, each scene and character and line of dialogue translating directly from her mind into words with a smoothness that thrilled Lyla beyond description, egging her on to do more. When she finally started getting a bit tired and took a moment to look at the time, she was shocked to see that it was past two in the morning.
Feeling very proud of herself, Lyla closed her laptop and stood up, smiling broadly as she stated: “Well, I think I’ve definitely earned a celebratory snack!”
Walking barefoot on her tip-toes, trying to be quiet so as not to wake anybody up, Lyla made her way downstairs with the swiftness brought on by the thought of her mom’s amazing chocolate cake waiting for her in the fridge. After eating a generous slice of that insanely delicious midnight treat, Lyla managed to stop herself from having some more only by reminding herself that another equally sinful pleasure waited for her between Lori’s smooth, creamy thighs.
“Mmh, it’s so good to be a bad girl…” Lyla murmured to herself, humming with satisfaction as she licked her chocolate-glossy lips and closed the fridge before heading upstairs again.
Usually, Lyla and Lori simply crossed their shared bathroom when they moved back and forth between their rooms. That night though, rather than do that, Lyla just kept walking past her own bedroom door, meaning to enter Lori’s room from the hallway for a change. It was something she almost never did, but doing so that night ended up making a lot of difference.
As soon as she turned the corner around which Lori’s door was, Lyla noticed the dim lights filtering from both her brother’s and her mother’s bedrooms further down the hallway. Though a bit surprised that they were both awake at that late hour, Lyla didn’t think much of it at first. In fact, she suddenly brightened up and decided to tell Mike about her new screenplay. He would love it, she was sure, and Lori was sleeping anyway, so keeping her waiting a little bit longer wouldn’t be a problem.
Feeling energized by the sugar rush from the chocolate cake and excited to get his opinion on her soon-to-be masterpiece, Lyla approached her brother’s bedroom and leaned close to the door, whispering: “Mikey! Mike, you awake? Stop jerking off and come with me, I have some new stuff I wanna read to you!”
Getting no response, Lyla assumed he must have fallen asleep with the lights on, so she just shrugged and turned around. Right then though, while the thought of tasting her sister’s sweet pussy grew in Lyla’s mind and steered her toward Lori’s bedroom, a sudden draft of wind breezed down the hallway, making Mike’s door creak open just a crack.
“Uh, that’s weird…” Lyla murmured under her breath, knowing very well that one of Mike’s oddest little quirks was the fact that, when he was in his room, he would always leave his door either flung wide open or closed tightly shut.
That unexpected incongruity piqued Lyla’s curiosity, so she gently pressed her palm on her brother’s door, just enough to push it open a little bit and take a peek inside. As soon as she glanced inside Mike’s bedroom, Lyla blinked in surprise. The window was ajar, the bedside lamp was on and the bed was empty. And Mike wasn’t anywhere in sight.
Furrowing her brow as her heart started beating faster, Lyla turned to look at the end of the hallway, her eyes fixed on her mother’s bedroom door and on the thin shaft of light filtering from inside. Then she looked back into Mike’s quiet room, focusing on his empty bed. A crazy, incredible yet irresistibly exciting thought filled Lyla’s mind. She felt goosebumps all over, and she knew it wasn’t because of the balmy night air.
“Oh my god! Is it even possible? No, no way… But… Maybe…” Lyla mumbled to herself, blinking in disbelief behind her glasses, a weird, involuntary half-smile dancing on her slack mouth.
Moving silently and almost of their own accord, Lyla’s feet brought her all the way down the hallway, until she was standing right outside her mom’s bedroom. Unlike Mike’s door, Julia’s was actually closed, much to Lyla’s disappointment when she pushed on it with her fingertips in a careful attempt to crack it gently open. Undeterred, she leaned cautiously against the door, pressing her ear to the thin wooden panels.
Unmistakable, a chorus of sexy moans filtered through to Lyla. Her legs trembled as she knelt down to take a peek through the key hole. Her breath caught in her throat and her bespectacled eyes bugged out in wonderment as the scene unfolding in her mother’s room was revealed to her.