After hot blow-job I’ve given to Ben, we straightened ourselves and went home. I managed to sneak in my room past my family, changed my stained shorts and underwear and went back to my usual routine as I would in any other late afternoon. But, as I would do my chores every so often my mind would remind me of what happened that day. As picture of me holding my friend’s cocks would pop into my attention, my member would react so I was pretty much having hard-on all the time. I went to bed a bit sooner than usual hoping that sleep would give my mind some peace.

Morning came and I woke up, immediately reminding myself about yesterday’s events. I checked my watch and was surprised to see that it was only few minutes past seven. There I was – laying in my bed, awoken unusually early for me when I was free from school, with my morning wood not so much caused by full blather (and it was full) as it was caused by my over thinking about last day’s events.

My sister was still asleep, so I took the opportunity and crept out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to relieve myself, take a shower and do the rest of my morning routine. As I left our room, house sounded strangely silent. Usually, my parents would be in dining area, drinking coffee, talking, with radio playing in the background. Yet, on that morning silence was the only thing I noticed.

“Even better” I thought to myself “at least I can stop pressing my boner to hide it”. My dick was a bit sore from pressure bladder was making. As I walked in the bathroom, I closed and locked the door, striped down from my sleeping shorts and sweatshirt. Naked, I stood over the toilet and released my bladder, pointing my hard dick to the proper direction with my right hand. It took me few seconds to overcome resistance that hardened cock gave to the pressuring fluid, but as my urine started to flow I finally felt some much needed release.

After last drops of piss leaked, I stepped into shower, set the water and started to wash myself. Streams of water on my back really felt good, yet I immediately started to soap myself. As my soapy hand rubbed over my still hard dick, familiar feeling in lower belly took over and, before you know, here I was jerking myself. I did it in very fast motions, trying to relieve myself as fast as I could. I thought about Ben’s dick in my mouth, me humping his hip, all three of us in the woods by the river … and that was it – I felt rush of sperm from my balls to my cock and out in the open …

I began to squirt upward and crazy idea struck me. I opened my mouth and pointed spasming cock up to it. Next string of cum landed under my chin but third rope of cum was a bull’s-eye – right inside my mouth hitting my upper palate. Two spurts that followed were inadequate in speed to reach my mouth and they landed on my chest and belly. I closed my mouth, rolling my own cum over my tongue … it was viscous, salty with just a touch of bitterness. As I swallowed it, my mind concluded that Ben’s spunk just tasted better. With that, my dick finally started to deflate.

I finished my bath, and went out to dry myself. As I rubbed towel all over my body, I watched my reflection in big mirror covering better part of the wall over the sink. I was stocky, but not too much and, I have to say, my butt looked sexy. Round, bubbly, bulging proudly at the end of my back … I lightly smacked myself on my left butt cheek, with big grin on my face. I pulled my sleeping shorts back and exited bathroom.

Kitchen was my next stop, as I wanted something to eat for breakfast. My sister was already there, making coffee.

“Good morning. I made scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. Would you like some coffee too?” she asked not looking at me.

“Yes, with milk if it’s not too much to ask” I said with a grin.

“You will be fixing your own coffee, I’m just boiling it.”

I sat at the table, and soon after plate with steaming pile of scrambled eggs and fresh toast landed in front of me followed by cup of coffee, black of course. It was odd that my sister fixed me scrambled eggs in the first place, but who was I to disagree with this sudden act of kindness. I stood up, took milk from the fridge and poured some into my coffee.

As I sat back to eat, my sister spoke “Hey, what have you dreamed about last night? You tossed and turned, sometimes moaned – but I’d say it wasn’t any of your usual nightmares … you remember what was in your dreams?”

Truth to be told, I usually didn’t remembered my dreams in the morning, unless they were nightmares … and that was my perfect excuse – “no, I really don’t remember. Was I that restless?”

She really never complained about my sleeping before, and when I’d wake up from a nightmare she’d come to my bed, hugging and calming me back to sleep.

“You were … but, tossing and turning apart – your moans were funny … it sounded like you dreamed of sex. And as long as I watched, you had a boner” she said looking at me in anticipation.

“Now that you say it like that, I wish I do remember … but, honestly, I don’t” – I replied with noticeable blush on my face, lowering my head to the plate in front of me. Luckily, our conversation ended with that, but somehow I knew she won’t let it end with that.

But, I lied. As soon as she mentioned my moans and hard dick, I remembered what I was dreaming about. My dreams were of me having sex with Ben and George … and I mean sex – not just mutual jacking off. In my dream I was sucking one while other would fuck me in the ass … then they would switch places … then they both would suck me dry … then it was all over again with each one of my best friends being fucked and sucked by other two of us … it was no wonder she said what she said!

My eyes were pinned down to my plate, but I was rolling back the dream in my mind, and was chewing same bite of food for about five minutes or more.

“Johnny boy, you are my brother but you’re such a poor liar” my sister said with a grin – she was actually amused by my torment. “Luckily for you, I don’t have time right now … although I’m very interested to know who turned on my little brother so much.