A Lazy Summer Afternoon
Jill quickly wiped herself off and flushed the toilet, turning briefly to look at herself in the full-length mirror on the backside of the bathroom door.
Jill twisted the nickle-plated knob over the tub, letting the cool water splash and run over her fingers. She listened to the rain outside and smiled softly to herself as she rubbed her hands together, rinsing her brother's semen from her fingers as the water grew warm. She stood and flicked her wrists at the floor, brushing her hands down her sides as she turned to sit at the toilet.
She placed her hands on her parted her knees and peered down past her smooth tummy and the gentle mound over her pubic-bone as she gently bore down and contracted every muscle below her waist. After a moment, several soft, sputtering strands of her brother's pearly-white semen flowed effortlessly out of her vaginal canal and butt, swirling hypnotically into the water below. Jill quickly wiped herself off and flushed the toilet, turning briefly to look at herself in the full-length mirror on the backside of the bathroom door.
What she saw made her blink.
Her light mascara, the only make-up she ever wore, smeared in a dark patch under one bleary, almond-shaped eye, her sweat-matted hair plastered to her cheeks. Her stomach, thighs, breasts, neck and face were coated with snail-trails of her brother's drying semen. Some of it was in her hair.
She glanced down at what she suspected were her own slick vaginal secretions smeared across her tummy and thighs and studied the thin, kinky triangle of dark-blonde pubic hair coating her softly protruding mound, damp and matted, marbled with her brother's cum.
She turned to the side, drooping her shoulders and letting her breasts and tummy sag and pooch-out as much as they would, studying her long curves and patting her belly, trying to see what she knew her brother had seen a few minutes ago. She turned further, looking back over her shoulder at her backside, her hands on her flaring hips. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of a thin, drying patch of semen in the shape of her brother's hand smeared sideways across the back of her thigh.
While his sister was in the bathroom starting the shower, Marc had taken a moment to wipe the wet mess from his stomach and chest. Even with the breeze gusting through the open window, He could smell her wetness in the air. He turned to grab the beach-towel from the floor and caught his reflection in the mirror in the corner of the bedroom.
Marc had been working out pretty regularly since school was out, and he thought he looked pretty good. He at least knew that he'd been feeling great. He slid his fingers around his spent testicles and tugged at his swollen penis, still sticky with his sister's fluids, and wished that he was bigger down there, at least when he wasn't hard.
Marc thought that he was average-sized, and he was pretty sure that his sister hadn't had much experience sexually, but he had felt a bit self-conscious an hour or so earlier as his sister stared, wide-eyed at his growing erection; He had just wanted it to be immediately huge, rigid, and impressive, and stroking it in front of her had made him uneasy.
He spent a few moments jerking-off half-heartedly in an attempt to get some blood flowing down there, tugging on his penis and picking a few strands of his sister's kinky, dark-blonde pubic hair from his softened shaft. He heard the toilet flush down the hall and decided that there was no longer any point in worrying about it. He made his way to the shower.
Staring at her cum-covered backside and blushing in spite of herself, Jill turned to face the mirror again. She looked into her eyes, fixing her ponytail and pushing sticky strands of sperm-streaked hair behind her ear. She stepped back, her hands on her hips as she studied her reflection carefully. The image before her eyes suddenly swung wildly to the left, startling her.
She found herself staring into her brother's face, his sapphire-blue eyes glowing darkly beneath his sweat-matted bangs. They both jumped.
Jill glanced down Marc's lightly-muscled body, momentarily fascinated at the way her brother's penis and scrotum hung low. She recalled how his testicles had churned and tightened as hot, thick ropes of sperm shot from the tip of his rigid, glistening cock, and she wondered how this could be the same appendage; It was still swollen, but not erect, and it looked purple. her smile broadened.
"What?" Marc blushed, following his sister's gaze.
"Umm, was it always that color?" she snickered, leaning in.
"Was yours?" smiled Marc, pointing over her shoulder at the sticky, angry-looking slit reflected in the bathroom mirror behind her bent back.
Jill shot-up straight and glanced down, hunching her hips forward and pulling her pussy-mound up with her fingertips. She stared down at her engorged labia, still puffy and glowing deep pink. She straightened-up and clasped her thighs together, blushing.
"Umm, I guess not." she mumbled.
"Well, then." grinned Marc, playfully poking his sister in the belly with his finger.
They stared at each other for a moment, grinning and blushing, the steam from the tub fogging the mirrors. Jill cleared her throat.
"Well, I s'pose we'd better get cleaned-up." she said, turning and bending over the edge of the tub, knowing that her brother was probably peering between her cream-white ass-cheeks and memorizing the color and shape of her ravaged vagina. Even if he wasn't, she still got a strange, primal thrill at the thought of herself bending over and presenting her puffy pink genitals to him. It made her feel self-conscious, but she was sure that her brother had wanted to see, and that turned her on.
She paused for a moment, half-expecting to feel his strong hands grasp her flaring hips and the tip of his penis poke around erratically between her butt-cheeks and thighs, searching for the slick opening to her womb before plunging deep up into her belly.
Feeling nothing, she pulled the shower on.
The water pouring from the faucet stopped and after a moment, began splashing gently from the shower-head above, mimicking the sound of the soft July rain falling outside the open window.
Jill stepped into the tub, pulling the rubber-band from around her ponytail and letting her blonde hair fall to her shoulders, tilting her head back and letting the warm water stream down her face and chest.
"You coming?" asked Jill, turning towards her brother and bending forward as she rubbed her hands down one raised knee, then the other. Her peach-sized breasts swayed gently.
Marc stepped in to the tub, smiling at the double-entendre'. Jill realized what she had just said.
"Oh, shut-up" she grinned, blushing.
The two of them positioned themselves in the tiny shower as Mark drew the flowered shower-curtain closed behind him.
They stood silently, each rinsing the others bodily fluids from their skin, shifting awkwardly in the small space. Jill reached for the bottle of body wash from the wire shelf hanging from the shower head, and squeezed the bottle into her hand, letting the pearly-white goo drizzle through her fingers. She glanced at her brother.
"Hmm, this looks familiar" she grinned, holding her hand close to her face.
Marc snatched the bottle from her hand and squeezed, spraying pulsing streams of soap across her breasts and stomach, criss-crossing her thighs and hips in glistening ropes.
"So does that!" he grinned back.
Squealing loudly, Jill stared down at her wet body, the cream-white soap already rinsing away. She watched the thin foam slide down her hips and slip along the crease of her inner thigh, her gaze stopping as it met her brother's penis. It dangled low between his legs as it began to twitch and throb, swelling slowly. She looked up and stared knowingly into Marc's eyes, a half-smile on her lips.
She closed her eyes as her brother's face moved close, parting her lips and allowing his tongue to gently trace hers as his hands slid up her soapy torso. She felt his thumbs slip in tight circles around her soft nipples, gently cupping her breasts before they slid down around her flaring hips and back up under her butt. He pulled her body into his.
Jill broke the kiss and she leaned back, pushing Marc's face to her swelling breasts and pressing her hips against his. She felt his penis begin to swell and throb, growing stiff and thick as it slipped between her soapy thighs. She cradled her brother's head against her chest with one hand as she lifted her breast to his face with the other.
Marc began to slide his growing erection between his sister's slick thighs, pushing the head of his cock back along the crack of her ass. The sensation was incredible. He suddenly felt her stiff, puffy nipple trace across his cheek, searching for his lips. He opened his mouth and curled his tongue over her, sucking her gently into his mouth.
Soft and wet. These were the only sensations either of them were aware of at that moment.
Jill squeezed her soapy thighs together tight around Marc's slippery rod, making his testicles slip and squish between her sudsy thighs. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she looked down to her brother, hunched over and suckling her right breast gently as he thrust his hips slowly into hers, pulling his cock maddeningly back along her blossoming pink slit before pushing it deep again along the crack of her butt.
Her head swimming, Jill released her breast and grabbed the shower rod above her, holding her body stiff and rigid. She clasped her thighs tighter around her brother's glistening phallus as her pussy begin to ache.
The sound of labored breathing and the slapping of wet skin filled the bathroom as Marc quickly grew more excited, bucking and humping up into his sister's hips with greater speed and force.
Marc was losing control, and Jill knew it. She also knew that she had to keep her her legs and body stiff and rigid or risk getting slammed into the fixtures behind her. Marc's knees were clamped tight around her thighs as he slapped his hips up against her protruding pussy-mound.
She knew that her brother was desperately trying to stuff his cock up into her cunt from the way he was hunched and thrusting upwards, but she wasn't quite ready, and they both ran the risk of breaking their necks if they weren't careful. Jill felt her brother begin to groan deep in his chest, her breast popping and squelching loudly between his lips as he slammed his hips harder and faster up into hers.
"Marc, w-wait." she breathed, leaning down to his ear.
Marc couldn't hear a thing between the roaring in his ears and the sound of his sister's heartbeat pounding against his face. He was in a near-frantic orgasmic state, his arms and legs wrapped around his sister's slippery body as she tensed and squirmed. He could feel the tip of his soapy cock jabbing closer and closer to the opening between her legs with each frantic thrust.
If he could just get the angle right.
"Marc, STOP!" cried Jill, her balance faltering.
Jill's puffy-pink nipple burst from her brother's lips with a wet "Pop".
"I gotta get it! I-I g-gotta get it in!" hissed Marc, never missing a stroke.
Jill quickly released her grip on her brothers head, grabbing the shower rod above with both hands and holding on for dear life as Marc began to roughly pound his hips hard into hers. She pressed her vaginal mound forward into him and squeezed her thighs tighter around his pistoning rod in an effort to push him away and slow him down, yet she could still feel the tip of his penis jab closer and closer to her opening with each pounding thrust. She wanted to let him enter her, but she knew that if she parted her legs, they'd both slip, she most likely cracking her head on the faucet on the way down.
Jill felt her brother's ramming thrusts speed up, his powerful arms coiled tightly around her taut waist and his head pressed into her chest, suckling intently at her swollen, pink nipples as she slipped and slid in his grip.
His breathing was becoming hitched and ragged, and she recognized the familiar sense of urgency. Jill knew that her brother was about to ejaculate between her soapy thighs wether he entered her or not. She held the shower rod tight with both hands and braced herself.
She even thought that she might be able to cum if she could just get her brother to slow down. He was so close. She had just started rotating her hips into his plunging thrusts when his thrusts suddenly stopped.
Jill looked down over her breasts, barely able to breathe. Marc was wrapped around her body in a death-grip, pressing his hips into her pussy-mound and shivering hard, her tits squelching loudly in his lips. She suddenly felt his entire body flex against hers as he grunted hard, followed by a warm, wet burst deep between her clenched thighs.
Then another, and another.
Jill felt her brother's cock throb along her slit as warm semen pulsed softly along the crack of her soap-slippery butt and down the back of her thighs. Her tit popped and sputtered in her brother's lips as his breath slowly hissed from his chest, huffing and puffing as he slid down her body, sinking to the tub floor.
Jill was breathing nearly as hard, as much from the struggle to hold herself upright in the shower like a wooden peg as the strain of attempting to coax an orgasm from Marc's reckless pounding. She let go of the shower rod and looked down at her brother's spent, trembling body leaning back in the tub, his legs akimbo. He was glaring up at her and frantically massaging his swollen testicles with one hand while furiously pumping his fist into his slick cock with the other.
"Jesus, Marc!" sighed Jill, looking down to her thighs then back over her shoulder at the shower wall behind her.
This was new territory for her. She had wanted him to penetrate her, she had just needed a moment to warm-up. She had wanted to feel her brother's body slip into hers and pump his seed deep up into her belly, and there, oozing down past her knees, was their missed chance.
Jill had no idea how to react. She didn't know wether to feel offended by the fact that Marc could have seriously injured them both with his frantic pounding, aroused at the thought of him totally losing control and desperately humping any part of her slippery body he could, or pissed that he had selfishly pumped his sperm between her soapy thighs, splattering it uselessly along her butt-crack onto the shower wall behind her.
She peered between her long legs and watched as white rivulets of sudsy sperm drooled down her thighs. She bent over, wiping her brother's cum from her crotch, briefly examining the warm slime drooling between her fingers before flicking it to the floor of the tub.
Marc gasped loudly.
Jill glanced up to her sibling laying back in the tub, his face pinched and straining as he jacked-off furiously, his fist a blur.
"Wait! S-Sorry! I-I gotta finish off!" he spat, his face contorted and red.
Jill opened her mouth to say something, blinking and flinching suddenly at the audible "Squeet!" as three enormous, molten-white pulses of sperm pumped from her brother's glistening cock-head, slinging lazily through the air and landing with a wet "Thwat" in thick, pearly ropes up his stomach and chest .
"Jesus! Marc!" She sighed again, shocked and disgusted by his sloppy, orgasmic display. Marc's breath burst from his lungs as he collapsed into a heap on the tub floor, panting raggedly.
Jill stared, slack-jawed at her gasping brother, barely able to believe what she had just witnessed. Marc trembled, his chest heaving as he milked his softening cock, squeezing residual sperm from its thick tip and letting it drool down his knuckles, over his roiling testicles and down the drain.
Jill had no idea what to say. She stared dumbly at her brother's heaving chest, criss-crossed with his own cum. She wanted to scream at him for being so rough, selfish and disgusting, but part of her just wanted to give-up and start masturbating right there. Her legs were tired, and she was still horny. She was beginning to think that she'd better just squat down, finger-fuck herself, cum down the drain and be done with it.
At least they wouldn't need to take another shower.
The truth was that in spite of her state of arousal, Jill was extremely uncomfortable with the thought of masturbating in front of anyone. It was like letting someone watch her go to the bathroom; It made her feel self-conscious, and she worried that she might make a weird noise or dumb-looking face as she came.
She spent another moment watching her brother, who appeared to be only barely-alert and drifting through his own afterglow. Their parents would be home soon and Jill didn't think she could wait for him to get hard again.
She reached over and smeared her hand up along her brother's stomach and over his chest, scooping two fingers of his cooling semen from his heaving ribcage. She brought the glistening-white slime to her face and examined it closely, mixing it in her fingers momentarily before she spit in it. Squatting to the floor of the tub and parting her thighs, she reached down and smeared the slippery mix into her vaginal lips.
Marc was regaining his composure slowly, panting and gasping in the corner of the tub. He opened his eyes and watched his sister squat down over his knees and slip her fingers into her pink slit.
"What are you doing?" smiled Marc.
"Shut-up!" shot Jill. "I just wanna cum."
Jill stared sideways for a moment at her brother's half-erect penis as it oozed sperm over his balls and down his ass-crack, resigning herself to the fact that she'd have to wait a while before she felt it slip deep up into her body again. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the shimmering warmth spreading through her genitals.
Marc was staring evenly at his sister, a half-smile on his lips as he massaged his testicles slowly, squinting at her through the water splashing from the shower head. He was beginning to feel ashamed for losing control and ejaculating all over himself on the tub floor as his sister stood above him, wide-eyed, her hands on her hips.
He leaned up and looked into his sister's face. Her eyes were closed and her brow was knitted in concentration as she rubbed her pussy, squatting over his knees on the tub floor.
Jill felt her brother's legs stir beneath her and she knew that he was probably alert and watching her intently, but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and see him staring at her. She had been startled by her brother's unbridled lust and frantic humping, as well as disgusted and offended as she watched him selfishly jack-off and pump thick, twisting ropes of his sperm all over himself, but his ecstasy had turned her on. She just needed to concentrate on her orgasm and crest the wave of euphoria spreading through her womb.
She focused her attention on the memory of Marc's firm body wrapped tightly around hers, frantically bucking and slapping into her hips and tummy, slamming into her protruding pussy-mound as his erection slid maddeningly along her aching slit and back again.
Marc leaned up on his elbows, watching his sister's hairy pussy-mound rotate in tight circles and squish against her palm as she tugged on her full, erect nipples with her free hand. He sat up, gently grasping her arm and placing his hand on her knee.
Jill opened her eyes, frustrated by the disturbance. She had been close.
"C'mon." Marc whispered, standing as he reached under his sister's shoulders, pulling her gently from her position on the floor of the tub. She was panting heavily, her eyes dark.
"What?" she breathed annoyedly, tottering back and forth, her face and chest flushing deep red.
Marc opened the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub, hitting the shower pull with his foot and letting the water from the faucet spill noisily into the tub.
"Come here." he whispered hoarsely, motioning to the toilet.
by Meemomu
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She placed her hands on her parted her knees and peered down past her smooth tummy and the gentle mound over her pubic-bone as she gently bore down and contracted every muscle below her waist. After a moment, several soft, sputtering strands of her brother's pearly-white semen flowed effortlessly out of her vaginal canal and butt, swirling hypnotically into the water below. Jill quickly wiped herself off and flushed the toilet, turning briefly to look at herself in the full-length mirror on the backside of the bathroom door.
What she saw made her blink.
Her light mascara, the only make-up she ever wore, smeared in a dark patch under one bleary, almond-shaped eye, her sweat-matted hair plastered to her cheeks. Her stomach, thighs, breasts, neck and face were coated with snail-trails of her brother's drying semen. Some of it was in her hair.
She glanced down at what she suspected were her own slick vaginal secretions smeared across her tummy and thighs and studied the thin, kinky triangle of dark-blonde pubic hair coating her softly protruding mound, damp and matted, marbled with her brother's cum.
She turned to the side, drooping her shoulders and letting her breasts and tummy sag and pooch-out as much as they would, studying her long curves and patting her belly, trying to see what she knew her brother had seen a few minutes ago. She turned further, looking back over her shoulder at her backside, her hands on her flaring hips. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of a thin, drying patch of semen in the shape of her brother's hand smeared sideways across the back of her thigh.
While his sister was in the bathroom starting the shower, Marc had taken a moment to wipe the wet mess from his stomach and chest. Even with the breeze gusting through the open window, He could smell her wetness in the air. He turned to grab the beach-towel from the floor and caught his reflection in the mirror in the corner of the bedroom.
Marc had been working out pretty regularly since school was out, and he thought he looked pretty good. He at least knew that he'd been feeling great. He slid his fingers around his spent testicles and tugged at his swollen penis, still sticky with his sister's fluids, and wished that he was bigger down there, at least when he wasn't hard.
Marc thought that he was average-sized, and he was pretty sure that his sister hadn't had much experience sexually, but he had felt a bit self-conscious an hour or so earlier as his sister stared, wide-eyed at his growing erection; He had just wanted it to be immediately huge, rigid, and impressive, and stroking it in front of her had made him uneasy.
He spent a few moments jerking-off half-heartedly in an attempt to get some blood flowing down there, tugging on his penis and picking a few strands of his sister's kinky, dark-blonde pubic hair from his softened shaft. He heard the toilet flush down the hall and decided that there was no longer any point in worrying about it. He made his way to the shower.
Staring at her cum-covered backside and blushing in spite of herself, Jill turned to face the mirror again. She looked into her eyes, fixing her ponytail and pushing sticky strands of sperm-streaked hair behind her ear. She stepped back, her hands on her hips as she studied her reflection carefully. The image before her eyes suddenly swung wildly to the left, startling her.
She found herself staring into her brother's face, his sapphire-blue eyes glowing darkly beneath his sweat-matted bangs. They both jumped.
Jill glanced down Marc's lightly-muscled body, momentarily fascinated at the way her brother's penis and scrotum hung low. She recalled how his testicles had churned and tightened as hot, thick ropes of sperm shot from the tip of his rigid, glistening cock, and she wondered how this could be the same appendage; It was still swollen, but not erect, and it looked purple. her smile broadened.
"What?" Marc blushed, following his sister's gaze.
"Umm, was it always that color?" she snickered, leaning in.
"Was yours?" smiled Marc, pointing over her shoulder at the sticky, angry-looking slit reflected in the bathroom mirror behind her bent back.
Jill shot-up straight and glanced down, hunching her hips forward and pulling her pussy-mound up with her fingertips. She stared down at her engorged labia, still puffy and glowing deep pink. She straightened-up and clasped her thighs together, blushing.
"Umm, I guess not." she mumbled.
"Well, then." grinned Marc, playfully poking his sister in the belly with his finger.
They stared at each other for a moment, grinning and blushing, the steam from the tub fogging the mirrors. Jill cleared her throat.
"Well, I s'pose we'd better get cleaned-up." she said, turning and bending over the edge of the tub, knowing that her brother was probably peering between her cream-white ass-cheeks and memorizing the color and shape of her ravaged vagina. Even if he wasn't, she still got a strange, primal thrill at the thought of herself bending over and presenting her puffy pink genitals to him. It made her feel self-conscious, but she was sure that her brother had wanted to see, and that turned her on.
She paused for a moment, half-expecting to feel his strong hands grasp her flaring hips and the tip of his penis poke around erratically between her butt-cheeks and thighs, searching for the slick opening to her womb before plunging deep up into her belly.
Feeling nothing, she pulled the shower on.
The water pouring from the faucet stopped and after a moment, began splashing gently from the shower-head above, mimicking the sound of the soft July rain falling outside the open window.
Jill stepped into the tub, pulling the rubber-band from around her ponytail and letting her blonde hair fall to her shoulders, tilting her head back and letting the warm water stream down her face and chest.
"You coming?" asked Jill, turning towards her brother and bending forward as she rubbed her hands down one raised knee, then the other. Her peach-sized breasts swayed gently.
Marc stepped in to the tub, smiling at the double-entendre'. Jill realized what she had just said.
"Oh, shut-up" she grinned, blushing.
The two of them positioned themselves in the tiny shower as Mark drew the flowered shower-curtain closed behind him.
They stood silently, each rinsing the others bodily fluids from their skin, shifting awkwardly in the small space. Jill reached for the bottle of body wash from the wire shelf hanging from the shower head, and squeezed the bottle into her hand, letting the pearly-white goo drizzle through her fingers. She glanced at her brother.
"Hmm, this looks familiar" she grinned, holding her hand close to her face.
Marc snatched the bottle from her hand and squeezed, spraying pulsing streams of soap across her breasts and stomach, criss-crossing her thighs and hips in glistening ropes.
"So does that!" he grinned back.
Squealing loudly, Jill stared down at her wet body, the cream-white soap already rinsing away. She watched the thin foam slide down her hips and slip along the crease of her inner thigh, her gaze stopping as it met her brother's penis. It dangled low between his legs as it began to twitch and throb, swelling slowly. She looked up and stared knowingly into Marc's eyes, a half-smile on her lips.
She closed her eyes as her brother's face moved close, parting her lips and allowing his tongue to gently trace hers as his hands slid up her soapy torso. She felt his thumbs slip in tight circles around her soft nipples, gently cupping her breasts before they slid down around her flaring hips and back up under her butt. He pulled her body into his.
Jill broke the kiss and she leaned back, pushing Marc's face to her swelling breasts and pressing her hips against his. She felt his penis begin to swell and throb, growing stiff and thick as it slipped between her soapy thighs. She cradled her brother's head against her chest with one hand as she lifted her breast to his face with the other.
Marc began to slide his growing erection between his sister's slick thighs, pushing the head of his cock back along the crack of her ass. The sensation was incredible. He suddenly felt her stiff, puffy nipple trace across his cheek, searching for his lips. He opened his mouth and curled his tongue over her, sucking her gently into his mouth.
Soft and wet. These were the only sensations either of them were aware of at that moment.
Jill squeezed her soapy thighs together tight around Marc's slippery rod, making his testicles slip and squish between her sudsy thighs. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she looked down to her brother, hunched over and suckling her right breast gently as he thrust his hips slowly into hers, pulling his cock maddeningly back along her blossoming pink slit before pushing it deep again along the crack of her butt.
Her head swimming, Jill released her breast and grabbed the shower rod above her, holding her body stiff and rigid. She clasped her thighs tighter around her brother's glistening phallus as her pussy begin to ache.
The sound of labored breathing and the slapping of wet skin filled the bathroom as Marc quickly grew more excited, bucking and humping up into his sister's hips with greater speed and force.
Marc was losing control, and Jill knew it. She also knew that she had to keep her her legs and body stiff and rigid or risk getting slammed into the fixtures behind her. Marc's knees were clamped tight around her thighs as he slapped his hips up against her protruding pussy-mound.
She knew that her brother was desperately trying to stuff his cock up into her cunt from the way he was hunched and thrusting upwards, but she wasn't quite ready, and they both ran the risk of breaking their necks if they weren't careful. Jill felt her brother begin to groan deep in his chest, her breast popping and squelching loudly between his lips as he slammed his hips harder and faster up into hers.
"Marc, w-wait." she breathed, leaning down to his ear.
Marc couldn't hear a thing between the roaring in his ears and the sound of his sister's heartbeat pounding against his face. He was in a near-frantic orgasmic state, his arms and legs wrapped around his sister's slippery body as she tensed and squirmed. He could feel the tip of his soapy cock jabbing closer and closer to the opening between her legs with each frantic thrust.
If he could just get the angle right.
"Marc, STOP!" cried Jill, her balance faltering.
Jill's puffy-pink nipple burst from her brother's lips with a wet "Pop".
"I gotta get it! I-I g-gotta get it in!" hissed Marc, never missing a stroke.
Jill quickly released her grip on her brothers head, grabbing the shower rod above with both hands and holding on for dear life as Marc began to roughly pound his hips hard into hers. She pressed her vaginal mound forward into him and squeezed her thighs tighter around his pistoning rod in an effort to push him away and slow him down, yet she could still feel the tip of his penis jab closer and closer to her opening with each pounding thrust. She wanted to let him enter her, but she knew that if she parted her legs, they'd both slip, she most likely cracking her head on the faucet on the way down.
Jill felt her brother's ramming thrusts speed up, his powerful arms coiled tightly around her taut waist and his head pressed into her chest, suckling intently at her swollen, pink nipples as she slipped and slid in his grip.
His breathing was becoming hitched and ragged, and she recognized the familiar sense of urgency. Jill knew that her brother was about to ejaculate between her soapy thighs wether he entered her or not. She held the shower rod tight with both hands and braced herself.
She even thought that she might be able to cum if she could just get her brother to slow down. He was so close. She had just started rotating her hips into his plunging thrusts when his thrusts suddenly stopped.
Jill looked down over her breasts, barely able to breathe. Marc was wrapped around her body in a death-grip, pressing his hips into her pussy-mound and shivering hard, her tits squelching loudly in his lips. She suddenly felt his entire body flex against hers as he grunted hard, followed by a warm, wet burst deep between her clenched thighs.
Then another, and another.
Jill felt her brother's cock throb along her slit as warm semen pulsed softly along the crack of her soap-slippery butt and down the back of her thighs. Her tit popped and sputtered in her brother's lips as his breath slowly hissed from his chest, huffing and puffing as he slid down her body, sinking to the tub floor.
Jill was breathing nearly as hard, as much from the struggle to hold herself upright in the shower like a wooden peg as the strain of attempting to coax an orgasm from Marc's reckless pounding. She let go of the shower rod and looked down at her brother's spent, trembling body leaning back in the tub, his legs akimbo. He was glaring up at her and frantically massaging his swollen testicles with one hand while furiously pumping his fist into his slick cock with the other.
"Jesus, Marc!" sighed Jill, looking down to her thighs then back over her shoulder at the shower wall behind her.
This was new territory for her. She had wanted him to penetrate her, she had just needed a moment to warm-up. She had wanted to feel her brother's body slip into hers and pump his seed deep up into her belly, and there, oozing down past her knees, was their missed chance.
Jill had no idea how to react. She didn't know wether to feel offended by the fact that Marc could have seriously injured them both with his frantic pounding, aroused at the thought of him totally losing control and desperately humping any part of her slippery body he could, or pissed that he had selfishly pumped his sperm between her soapy thighs, splattering it uselessly along her butt-crack onto the shower wall behind her.
She peered between her long legs and watched as white rivulets of sudsy sperm drooled down her thighs. She bent over, wiping her brother's cum from her crotch, briefly examining the warm slime drooling between her fingers before flicking it to the floor of the tub.
Marc gasped loudly.
Jill glanced up to her sibling laying back in the tub, his face pinched and straining as he jacked-off furiously, his fist a blur.
"Wait! S-Sorry! I-I gotta finish off!" he spat, his face contorted and red.
Jill opened her mouth to say something, blinking and flinching suddenly at the audible "Squeet!" as three enormous, molten-white pulses of sperm pumped from her brother's glistening cock-head, slinging lazily through the air and landing with a wet "Thwat" in thick, pearly ropes up his stomach and chest .
"Jesus! Marc!" She sighed again, shocked and disgusted by his sloppy, orgasmic display. Marc's breath burst from his lungs as he collapsed into a heap on the tub floor, panting raggedly.
Jill stared, slack-jawed at her gasping brother, barely able to believe what she had just witnessed. Marc trembled, his chest heaving as he milked his softening cock, squeezing residual sperm from its thick tip and letting it drool down his knuckles, over his roiling testicles and down the drain.
Jill had no idea what to say. She stared dumbly at her brother's heaving chest, criss-crossed with his own cum. She wanted to scream at him for being so rough, selfish and disgusting, but part of her just wanted to give-up and start masturbating right there. Her legs were tired, and she was still horny. She was beginning to think that she'd better just squat down, finger-fuck herself, cum down the drain and be done with it.
At least they wouldn't need to take another shower.
The truth was that in spite of her state of arousal, Jill was extremely uncomfortable with the thought of masturbating in front of anyone. It was like letting someone watch her go to the bathroom; It made her feel self-conscious, and she worried that she might make a weird noise or dumb-looking face as she came.
She spent another moment watching her brother, who appeared to be only barely-alert and drifting through his own afterglow. Their parents would be home soon and Jill didn't think she could wait for him to get hard again.
She reached over and smeared her hand up along her brother's stomach and over his chest, scooping two fingers of his cooling semen from his heaving ribcage. She brought the glistening-white slime to her face and examined it closely, mixing it in her fingers momentarily before she spit in it. Squatting to the floor of the tub and parting her thighs, she reached down and smeared the slippery mix into her vaginal lips.
Marc was regaining his composure slowly, panting and gasping in the corner of the tub. He opened his eyes and watched his sister squat down over his knees and slip her fingers into her pink slit.
"What are you doing?" smiled Marc.
"Shut-up!" shot Jill. "I just wanna cum."
Jill stared sideways for a moment at her brother's half-erect penis as it oozed sperm over his balls and down his ass-crack, resigning herself to the fact that she'd have to wait a while before she felt it slip deep up into her body again. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the shimmering warmth spreading through her genitals.
Marc was staring evenly at his sister, a half-smile on his lips as he massaged his testicles slowly, squinting at her through the water splashing from the shower head. He was beginning to feel ashamed for losing control and ejaculating all over himself on the tub floor as his sister stood above him, wide-eyed, her hands on her hips.
He leaned up and looked into his sister's face. Her eyes were closed and her brow was knitted in concentration as she rubbed her pussy, squatting over his knees on the tub floor.
Jill felt her brother's legs stir beneath her and she knew that he was probably alert and watching her intently, but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and see him staring at her. She had been startled by her brother's unbridled lust and frantic humping, as well as disgusted and offended as she watched him selfishly jack-off and pump thick, twisting ropes of his sperm all over himself, but his ecstasy had turned her on. She just needed to concentrate on her orgasm and crest the wave of euphoria spreading through her womb.
She focused her attention on the memory of Marc's firm body wrapped tightly around hers, frantically bucking and slapping into her hips and tummy, slamming into her protruding pussy-mound as his erection slid maddeningly along her aching slit and back again.
Marc leaned up on his elbows, watching his sister's hairy pussy-mound rotate in tight circles and squish against her palm as she tugged on her full, erect nipples with her free hand. He sat up, gently grasping her arm and placing his hand on her knee.
Jill opened her eyes, frustrated by the disturbance. She had been close.
"C'mon." Marc whispered, standing as he reached under his sister's shoulders, pulling her gently from her position on the floor of the tub. She was panting heavily, her eyes dark.
"What?" she breathed annoyedly, tottering back and forth, her face and chest flushing deep red.
Marc opened the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub, hitting the shower pull with his foot and letting the water from the faucet spill noisily into the tub.
"Come here." he whispered hoarsely, motioning to the toilet.
by Meemomu
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