Jugando con mi sobrina culona

The sun filtered lazily through the thin curtains, casting a warm, inviting glow across the motel room. I stirred awake, my head pounding gently. I must have underestimated my alcohol consumption last night at the bar. Cautiously, I propped myself up on my elbows and glanced over at the woman beside me. Petite and curvaceous, specks of freckles dotting her face as she slept peacefully. I smiled, pleased with my conquest. Another one added to the list.

As I began to swing my legs out of the bed, I heard a little knock on the door. Who could it be at this ungodly hour? I threw on my boxers and stumbled over to the door, cracking it open. “Delivery for a Mr.vious78,” a young woman chirped, handing me a large brown box.

I took it with a grumble and set it on the bed. “Thanks.” I began to close the door, but she stopped me. “I was told there would be an extra tip,” she purred, pushing her ample chest forward. “Well then, I suppose you’ll have to earn it,” I smirked. She grinned wickedly.

About five minutes later, I was sitting on the bed, breathing heavily, as this lovely courier girl wiped her lips off with the back of her hand. “Now, Mr.ious78, thank you, but where’s my tip?” She was like a pit bull with its teeth sunk in a steak. I was tired of playing this game. I tossed a couple hundred dollar bills to her, and she scurried off with a wink.

I turned my attention to the box on the bed, slowly unwrapping the packaging. Inside was a cell phone with a sticky note that simply read: “Pour yourself some coffee and press play.” I tossed the packaging in the trashcan and looked over by the sink to find a shiny new silver carafe. Ah, my mysterious benefactor was thorough. I popped in a filter and dumped some fresh grounds, turning the coffee maker on.

As the coffee percolated, I stripped off my sweatpants and flopped down on the bed, phone in hand. I pressed play, and the screen flickered to life. “Good morning, Mr.ious78,” a sultry female voice purred out of the tiny speakers. Wait, wasn’t that…no, it couldn’t be.

The screen shifted, revealing my semi-sober conquest of last night, fully dressed and made up. Beside her, lounging on a luxurious bed, was a woman that looked like a spitting image of her. A Carbon Copy, but with a bit more Goth flair. The one I had bedded last night was certainly more of the classic beauty type. “Did you sleep well?” my conquest from last night asked with a giggle. The Goth girl just smirked in response, a piercing slash of crimson lipstick across her porcelain face.

I blinked in disbelief. “What the fuck is going on here?” I managed to growl out. My conquest from last night giggled again. “Ooh, language, big boy. You know better than that, don’t you Aunty?” she playfully scolded the Goth girl.

The Goth girl rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched up in a hint of a smile. “Oh hush, Sissy. Let me deal with our guest here.” She turned her attention back to me, an unnatural predatory look in her eyes. “Well, la perra requires a bit more coaxing than her sister, don’t you think? I do love to tease, and she has such responsive body…” the Goth girl purred.

I felt my face heat up. “Who the fuck are you?” I demanded. The Goth girl just smiled enigmatically at me. “Oh relax, lover boy. I’m just here to help you…remember. Like, really remember.”

I felt my head begin to swim. The coffee machine gurgled in the background, signaling that it was finished. “There’s coffee over there,” the Goth girl said, inclining her head towards the sink. “I would freshen up.”

Like a sleepwalker, I got up and stumbled over to the sink, pouring myself a cup of coffee. It was a decent brew, but nothing special. I took a few long sips, feeling the caffeine begin to course through my system. The fog in my head cleared a bit, and I finally felt sharp and focused.

“So, la perra will be my body to play with today, as an apology from her, don’t you think?” the Goth girl mused. Her sister nodded eagerly. They both turned their gazes back to me, twin sets of hungry eyes. “Sissy will watch and join in when I call her. We’re certainly not above a little sisterly bonding, are we Sissy?”

“Nope,” Sissy chirped with a wink.

I felt my heart rate speed up and my pulse thrum in my temples. This was a game I could get behind. A smile spread across my face as I walked back over to the bed. “Well then,” I purred, looking from sister to sister. “Shall we begin?”

Quick as a flash, the Goth girl pounced on me, knocking me back onto the bed. “Oh yes, let’s!” she hissed, before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. As her sister began to strip, I couldn’t help but grin as the Goth girl nipped at my bottom lip, her hands roaming my chest. This was shaping up to be quite the memorable day indeed.|