We seemed to find a second wind. I made drinks, we put music on and chatted, drank more, a lot more and went to bed in the early hours of the morning. Waking with a heavy hangover to spend a lazy day doing very little.
I was up early Monday morning, arriving on site to be told to go to the office. Here it was announced I would be put on the full rate, backdated to last week. This doubled my money to two hundred and fifty a day for eight hours. I was more than happy at this news and worked the extra hours knowing I was being paid a premium.
Lexy spent her time looking at fashion courses she could attend, getting an interview with a career advisor, spending hours on the phone. She was full of enthusiasm that night but by Tuesday she’d realised, though she would love the work, it wasn’t likely to pay well. For a girl used to a lot of money, that was a big drawback.
As I worked another twelve hours on site, she went back to the advisor, showed what her daddy had wanted her to do, the qualifications he wanted and signed up for everything. She then turned her attentions to the accommodation in Durham where the uni was. She found a house rented by four other girls; they wanted one more but needed a thousand-pound deposit.
“Don’t ring him, I’ll pay.” I offered.
“But I’m doing everything daddy wants me to do.” Lexy said.
“My problem is with dad turning me into his clone when it’s something I just can’t be. You’re happy doing what he wants, there’s nothing wrong in that.”
I transferred the money, which was half my savings and made my sister very happy.
When Saturday came along, I was grateful for a long lie in. I did some lengths in the pool but was distracted when Lexy joined me, swimming naked, on her back. We messed around a little in the water but ended up in the sauna, where she played with my cock, giving head. It was too hot for sex, so we decided to carry on in her bed. But we only reached as far as the games room. The leather of the sofa’s was cool for our skin but after a giggling a while we were soon used to it.
We began by kissing, enjoying the passion this caused. Through the week, we had made love most nights, which was more missionary, with very little else. Today I wanted it to last and be special, try something she had never heard of.
Taking my time, I explored her body, kissing, caressing, feeling her all over, from her toes to the back of her neck. Lexy was almost purring from this and seemed desperate to finish when I moved my head between her legs. My tongue lashed her outer lips, glancing over her clit, dipping into her wet hole, stopping to breathe in her scent. She moaned that I’d stopped but the tease had only just begun.
I spent an age teasing around her clit before telling her to turn over, she begged me to finish my job, but I insisted. Positioning her body so I could lick her pussy from the back. When she was close again, my tongue moved a few inches, licking the crack of her arse cheeks, pulling one aside, allowing me access to the prize I wanted, her brown hole.