Molly rolled over and lazily kicked her duvet half way off. She stretched her gorgeous seventeen year old body. The old comfy T she’d slept in pulling up to reveal her belly button and the underside of her breasts.

“What the hell are you doing?” she yawned?

Billy was just standing there naked with his wonky cock in his hand.

“I was going to wake you by coming on you, as a surprise but you woke up.”

“Urrg, you horrible perverted boy, come here.”

Molly lunged, grabbed her brother about his slim waist and hauled him onto the bed. They play wrestled which just became a cuddle. It was too early for anything overly physical.

“You can’t just sneak into my room and ejaculate on me. What would Aunt Marissa say if she caught you?”

Molly rolled him on top of her and he peeled her T shirt up over her tits. She made no move to stop him. Rather she raised her arms over her head so he could take it all the way off.

“Yeah but we’re at home today. Auntie Marissa isn’t going to catch me.”

“That’s not the point. You can’t just do whatever crazy idea comes into your head you know.”

“I so can,” he said, rolling his eyes. As if to prove it he knelt up, astride her body, took her firm tits in his hands and squeezed them together around his dick. Experimentally thrusting and twitching. It wasn’t really a tit fuck as he had no leverage but it felt good to have her wrapped around him like that and he left a snail trail of precum in her cleavage.

“Just because I’m a slut doesn’t mean you should take advantage of me you know.”

“I know,”

Billy said, all serious now and staring down at his simulated sex with her chest.

“I should do it because you love it.”

He grinned and laughed as he got pushed over backwards, jumped on and cuddled some more with kiss biting on his leg and belly and neck that made him squirm.