Florence
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - With Cat 4 Hurricane Florence bearing down, a celebrity teen and her stunning older sister knock on the door of 18-year-old Jake and take refuge in his parent's home in Myrtle Beach, SC, not knowing that a coming-of-age love story was being birthed by the massive storm. Is it a one-time fling, a cherry-picking, or might something further develop? ON BESTSELLER LIST AT BOOKAPY FOR THIRD WEEK IN A ROW!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Sister Group Sex First Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
A few minutes later Kylie came back into the room.
“Looks like she’s embarrassed. I know she’s not sleeping but she’s not talking to me either, so, I’m just gonna leave her be and go crash too.”
Jake nodded numbly.
“Quick or not, it was fun, Jake. Perhaps we can try again in the morning. With that, Kylie stripped in front of him, giving Jake a clear look at her shaved pussy, and with a big smile, turned and walked from the room.
Jake just stared at her ass as she left, then faceplanted onto a pillow.
A moment later he arose, went to pee, then got a quick drink, and moved back to the sofa. Arranging a few pillows, he’d decided to crash on the sofa in case there was any trouble with the house and the storm.
Jake went to his bathroom, stripped, showered, then grabbed a blanket from a nearby closet and got comfortable one last time on the sofa, sleep came quickly.
The storm raged throughout the night, but Jake slept soundly. As the morning began to creep into place, Jake was in that quasi-sleep state where you thought you heard or felt something, but you weren’t one hundred percent sure.
He didn’t move but did crack an eye open slightly and saw that there was a light source just a couple of feet from his head. As his eyes came into focus, he realized it was a flashlight app from a cellphone, and that Jenna was holding it, aimed toward Jake, not his face, his crotch!
Jake saw that the blanket had been pulled back and that Jenna was looking at his cock, which was mostly hard, either from a dream he was having or maybe from some help? Jake wasn’t sure.
He was sure that Jenna was kneeling and was wearing a t-shirt, and that one hand was under the shirt. She’s playing with her pussy, he thought, and his cock got even more fully erect at that notion.
Jenna saw that and turned the light a bit toward Jake’s face to see if he had awoken. Jake was quick enough to shut his eyes and kept them closed for several seconds after he sensed that the light had moved away from his face. He cracked them open.
Jake felt fingers touch his cock, soft fingers, a tentative touch. He couldn’t help but groan and again quickly closed his eyes. Again the light was back and the fingers had moved away. The light hovered for five, six, seven seconds ... and then it was gone again, and perhaps ten or so seconds later, the fingers were back. This time, Jake controlled himself and didn’t groan.
The fingers explored a bit, moving over the head of his cock, then around it, then down the shaft, and finally over the folds of skin holding his nuts in check. Next, he felt the hands pull his cock away from his body an inch or so, and then Jake was treated to the warm, wet mouth of Jenna Wilsanne! It took all of his willpower not to groan loudly once again.