Mum and Dad had arranged a Fancy Dressed themed event this year and when my sister Sara and I asked what we should wear our parents immediately said w... should wear our school uniforms.Mum informed us that they had all been washed and ironed and placed in the airing cupboard, but we were not to get dressed in them until she said so.It approached eleven am when Mother told us to have a shower, Sara and I looked at each other, neither wanting to be the first in the bathroom. As we were squabbling. She pushes me on to my back and pulls my boxers off, then starts to suck on my cock. This is a rare treat, normally she's embarrassed by this kind of thing. "What if my friends knew?" I've told her it's normal, everyone does it, and besides who's going to know? Now I'm rock hard, and she stops and lies back, inviting me to kiss her chest some more. This is one of her favorites, magic wand between her legs and my tongue on her nipples. She's moaning, she loves it."Do you want a pearl necklace?". “Not quite Dukes of Hazzard,” I grumbled as I dropped into my seat, rubbing my arm. “Your hood is too dirty.”I’m not sure she even heard me through all the tittering. “That was some splat!” she managed between desperate breaths.“Yeah, yeah. Matt the Splat, that’s me.”“Oh my god, Matt the Splat!” she wailed, on the verge of suffocating now. “That’s the funniest name ever!”I swear she laughed the whole way home.She didn’t laugh the whole way home, though, since we didn’t go home.“Um, where are we. You know damn well that I can give the best blow job you'll ever have." Shut up, cunt. You know that no girl works this hotel without my OK, so if you want to keep getting the jobs, you have to pay. And putting out for me is just a part of the price. You can go to some cheap dive any time you want, I'll even give you a reference but you know you won't be getting big spenders and big tippers like you get here."I wondered if I'd ever get up the nerve to bite his fucking cock off. Probably not..