"Oh shit, Sherry, keep on suckin'! Please suck me! Don't stop it now! I'm so close! Oh shit, baby! No! Don't stop! I gotta come!" the boy gasped and begged as he felt his dream slipping away into the void from which it had come,

But it was too late. Randy's dream slipped away and left him bucking his ass against his rumpled bedsheets, groaning and moaning in the throes of what in another second or two would have been the best wet dream of his young life. He had to come, had to at least feel something similar to the feeling of flashing ejaculation that he. would have felt if he had really shot his cum into his sister's sucking face.

Randy felt the friction of his swollen cock rubbing against the bedsheets, rubbing against a big blotch of slippery juice that had oozed from the slit of his youthful cock. He knew that another few strokes against the sheet would bring him off, and he had to be brought off soon. Every fiber of his body was tent, ready to surge with the electrical excitement of his orgasm. Every muscle was tense, the cords of his neck standing out, his biceps hard, the muscles of his legs taut, his stomach is tight as a drum, his chest swelling with virile power. He felt a huge load of rich cum ready to shoot at any second through his hard cock, felt the charge spreading through his incredibly tense balk. And then it happened, another cruel twist of fate and one that would eventually change his entire life and the life of his family, though not necessarily for the worn. He heard his bedroom door creak open.

His eyes shot over the doorway. When he saw sister Sherry standing there with wide eyes, her pretty lips parted in amazement, he thought he would die right there on the spot.