Snips, and Nipples

Mom caught up on her favorite show, but then my brother checked her out, in her nighty. #Sisdom

Dad was already in bed, but he had the TV on in there. So, she came out, and settled into his easy chair.

Well the recliner, but if anyone else was in it, he made you get up. He’d already gone to bed, but then my brother came out. “Goodnight mom.”

“Goodnight, son.” She didn’t even look up, but he looked down, and I think he touched himself on the way to bed?

“I’m gonna go, too.” She just nodded, and didn’t even look away. It’s not my favorite show, I don’t even like it, and can’t tell what she sees in it either, but on the way bye. I looked down to see what he saw.

Right down the front of her nighty, she didn’t have a bra on, but that much is obvious. I didn’t even check if she had on underpants, but she didn’t spread her legs wide open either.

He didn’t even come around to the living room, but we got over that kiss goodnight thing when we’re little kids. I stopped at his door and listened in. Sure enough, he was breathing heavy, but I didn’t hear any fapping.

So, I tried the knob, and peeked in as soon as the door cracked enough to get my eye on him. On the bed, sure enough he had his hand in his crotch underneath the covers, shaking it up, and down.

I looked down the hall, but dad was turned over. Looking at the TV on the dresser, but I couldn’t see it from there. So, I got in the hall closet, and got out the bandage scissors from the first aid tray.

I went back, hoping I wasn’t too late, but he still had his light on. His hands in his crotch, and one of them stroking up, and down. I thought he might have been playing with his balls in the other, but his eyes were closed when I leaned over.

So, I turned around, and pushed the door closed. Slowly, but the knob rattled when the lock sank in, and he blinked up at me. “Uh!” He covered his crotch, and looked over at the door. “What are you doing in here?” He shook his head, and crossed his legs.

“I just wanted to say goodnight.” I leaned over, and kissed him on the forehead, but the neckline on my teeshirt wasn’t low cut enough for him to look down. So, I put the scissors up, and hooked the triangular tip under it. It’s kinda flat, but the other blade is shaped like a sheep’s foot knife. (I don’t know why it’s called that, but I’ve never seen a sheep’s feet.)

Snip!

“Uh, now what are you doing?” He was definitely looking now.

“I saw you looking down mom’s neckline.” I leaned over, and breathed on his neck. “HhuhH!” Hooking my fingers in mine, to feel where I cut through the elastic roll, and pulling so it tore. ‘she’s not wearing a bra, you know.’ I whispered, and backed up so I could see the look on his face, but he looked up. Back, and forth between my eyes, so I gave him my dirtiest grin, and pulled the tear even deeper. ‘i am. you like it?’

He glanced down, and nodded, “It’s nice?” I hadn’t gotten ready for bed, yet. So, I was fully clothed except for socks, shoes, and a jacket.

I looked down, and shook my head. “I don’t believe you.” So, I could see what I’m doing, carefully slipping the blunt tip up, and the other blade under the middle of my bra.

Snip! “Uhn!” I wasn’t expecting them to pull straight out. I mean the cups, I thought they would just hang down, but that pulled my boobs apart so they bounced back together. I giggled, “That’s better. It was just in the way.”

I didn’t have any front clasp bras, or pretty underwear, at all. I’m sure dad thought it might encourage me to show them to someone, and he wasn’t really wrong. I just didn’t want to show my underwear. It’s what’s inside that’s important.

“Huh!” He pulled his hands out quick, but I stood up, and grabbed the side of his blanket, before it was out of reach.

“Ah uh!” I shook my head, when he covered himself up again, but he must have tucked it back in his shorts, before he tried to grope me. “I want to see something too.” I pointed the scissors at his hands, so he moved them out of the way.

“Uh, what’re you going to do with those?”

“Oh don’t worry, they only cut fabric.” I ran them up the front, but he picked up his knees to scoot back, and sit up against his pillow. “Relax, that’s why they’re called safety scissors, but hold still.” I worked the blunt tip into the top of his fly.

Boy’s sleep shorts, at least his are like pajama bottoms, but without the legs. Well, they are pretty short, but there’s no button at the top. Just an elastic band all the way around, like his briefs.

Snip!

“Huh!” He was looking down, but at his dick, wide eyed, and panting.

“See?” I slipped my fingers out of the rings, “I don’t need these any more.” I dropped them on the mattress, bye his hip.

“Now what are you gonna do?”

“Oh,” I felt his softy, and pinched it between my fingers. The middle 2, but I pushed them up through his pubes, to stretch it out. “What’s wrong?” I looked down, “Aren’t my tits big enough?”

He nodded, starting the swell, and even getting firmer. Pinched between my knuckles. “Huh, yeah.”

“Oh, good.” I leaned over. ‘I was afraid that you’d never notice.’ I whispered in his ear, breathing down his neck, and kept going down to blow on his red warm chest. “Huhhhwewwww!” Turning back, and forth, to make his nipples stiffen, with the cool breath. ‘you ever had your nipples sucked?’

I looked up to see his head shake slowly, mouth hanging open even wider than his eyes.

‘you know, boy’s nipples. Smooch.’ I didn’t suck it, but I felt his fingertips. Gently brush my chest, and he looked over. Then back up, and caught my eyes again.

I winked, and grinned. “I wonder, are they as sensitive as mine?” I looked down, and over at his hand. Feeling around for my nipple, and finding it. “Huh, don’t pinch.”

“It’s really soft.” He spread his fingers out, and touched me with his thumb. Then his palm to give it a gentle squeeze. Reaching out to follow it, as my other one brushed his tummy, and I leaned down to kiss his.

“Smooch!” I licked my lips. ‘you like that?’ He nodded, and started squeezing my boob a little faster? Not really harder, but spreading his fingers again to get another grip, and give it a squeeze again.

‘huh,’ I stood up, and looked down. Tried to take a deeper breath, but then my tummy trembled, so it came right back out. ‘huhuhuh!’

‘you’re really hot!’ He whispered like I see dead people, without the cold breath.

‘thanks for noticing,’ I backed up, and felt his leg. Pulled his knee out. ‘turn around this way, but try to be quiet. you don’t want mom, and dad to hear us in here.’

Half naked, but with 2 TVs turned up, we didn’t have to be too too quiet.

‘now what do you want to do?’

‘you know what else they’re good for?’ I always wanted to try this, and now I had him spread eagle. Sideways on the bed, but he shook his head. Licked his lips, but his eyes switched back, and forth. Nipple to nipple as I bent down. At the knees, and ran my hands up to cup them together. Rub the nipples gently with my thumbs, and fingers, but not pinching.

‘this.’ I turned, and let go. Pushed my bare boob between his legs, and ran my hand up his hairy balls. Then, I let the other one go, and turned the other way. Gently picking up his stiffy, and rubbing it against the erect nipple. Finally, I squared my shoulders, and squeezed my arms together. Looking down, and letting my hands slip out of his crotch, as soon as I had it nestled tight in my hot cleavage.

“Uh!” His head hit the wall, and he humped. It slipped out, and popped back down. Slapped his pubes, and twitched. Spitting, and leaving a translucent string up to the pearly drop on his tummy. “HuhHhuhuh! Uhn!” He picked his head up, and half blinked. Both eyes cracked, looking down, at gob after gob of dick snot shot up his body. His panting tummy, and his bare red hot chest.

“Huh!” I wanted to tit fuck a couple strokes before he blew it, and I didn’t even get it on my chest. To run down, just like mom’s when she did this to dad’s dick. What I get for trying to do this on top. So, I felt up his buns, and held his hips. So, I could slide up the snail trails from his puppydog tail. Then, I breathed up his neck. “You know what?” I’m not really a sugar an spice kinda girl.

I whispered in his ear. ‘I bet you haven’t sucked a nipple since mamma’s milk dried up.’

I turned, and slipped one up his dry chin to his damp lips. “Uhn, huh! Heah, suck that dirty nipple clean.” I clenched my teeth, and ran my hands back up between his legs. Over his sticky tummy, and chest. Felt his hot neck, and gripped it right under his jaw, but gently.

“Smip!” He licked his lips, and tried not to squirm. I couldn’t tell whether his pulse raced any faster under my fingers, but his breath caught in his chest.

“Huh, now.” I turned, and clenched my teeth, ‘get the other one.’

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