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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Like a Brother (mf-teens, inc, 1st, mast) by JustWrong (alexzemke935@hotmail.com) *** Brother and sister see each other naked for the first time since childhood, sparking startling feelings that lead to an encounter. *** "If I have to call you two down here one more time, you're gonna have to dig your breakfast out of the trash!" Upstairs, Rachel scowled. "Mom, it's not my fault! Doofus here-" she smacked the outside of the bathroom door with her open palm, "...won't stop fondling himself!" From behind the door, Richard spat through a mouthful of toothpaste, "Ha-fuckin'-ha, Sis!" Downstairs: "I heard that, Mister!" Rachel rested her butt against the door. "Come on," she groaned. "You're not the only one getting their picture taken today, y'know." Suddenly, the door gave way behind her, and Rachel fell hard on the bathroom linoleum. "Shit! Ow!" "Jesus, Rachel!" Richard bent to help his big sister. "What the hell...?" Rachel crossed her arms tight across her chest and hunched forward, so her little brother couldn't get his hands under her pits. She was still in her towel, waiting for the bathroom, and still had stubble under her arms that Richard wasn't gonna get to tease her about! "I'm fine, thanks for asking...!" She snapped her head around to face him, flipping her long red hair across her bare shoulder blades. Richard, as usual, was still naked. "Go get dressed, you nudist." Her "baby" brother (he was fifteen, only two years younger than Rachel) squinted at her, and gave a malicious smirk. Rachel's eyes widened. "No," she rasped. Richard's hands gnarled into claws. Rachel turned away, laughing, trying to scoot out of the bathroom on her ass. She squealed. "Nooo!" "Nudist colony!!!" Richard crowed. He reached for his sister's towel just as she found her footing, and she rolled forward, out of his grasp and into the hallway. "Get away from me, you little bastard!" Rachel laughed. Downstairs: "Language, for Christ's sake! And hurry up, you two! We're gonna be late!" Rachel hopped left just as her brother pounced, and instead of catching her, Richard wound up sprawling, face down and naked, by the head of the stairs. "Ha!" she mocked. She hiked up her towel, spun around on one heel, and began a casual stroll back to the bathroom. Five feet from the door, though, a vice clutched her ankle. "Gotcha-!" menaced Richard. He was on his knees now, Rachel's slender white ankle firmly clasped in his taught, sinewy grip. Richard played water polo at their high school, and was in exceptionally good condition: tanned, toned and strong, with sun-bleached, sandy-blond hair. He looked up at his older sister: the actress, Redland High's budding starlet, and quite a beautiful young woman (where did that come from?). In addition to being two years his senior, Rachel'd also sprouted in the past year. She'd grown half a foot, putting her almost four inches taller than Richard. She'd started doing Tai*Bo, too, and had dropped all her "baby fat". Most noteworthy to Richard, however, was the fact that his big sister Rachel had grown tits. Out of the blue, tits. She'd been wearing training bras since she was twelve; her classmates had all called her "Rackless Rachel" she'd worn baggy clothes just to hide how flat she was! Then, last year, her late growth spurt came along, and brought with it-surprise!-a pair of the firmest, roundest, most gleamingly perfect C-cup breasts that her little brother had ever seen. Better than their mom's tits, even, and-between you and me-that was saying something. Funny thing was, as embarrassed as Rachel had been about her flat chest, her newfound abundance only seemed to leave her more self-conscious. More often than not, she still wore baggy sweaters to school, only now she'd started crossing her arms a lot, holding her books across her chest, that kind of thing. Before, she was ashamed to have so little; now, her own figure made her blush. And then there was this: before she grew tits, Rachel and her brother moved around their bedrooms naked all the time! They'd grown up taking baths together as kids, and both were perfectly comfortable seeing, and being seen by, the other. But now, along with the new bras, Richard's sister had also developed modesty. No more sleeping in just her panties: Rachel needed a big old nightshirt to cover her perfect chest! Always a robe or towel on her way to and from the shower, with no chance that Richard could ever see just how much his sister'd developed. And he'd come to realize, lately, that he wanted to see. Wanted to see very badly, in fact. As Rachel strained to twist her leg around within Richard's grip, she let go of her towel with one hand, using it to brace herself against the frame of the bathroom door. With her other hand, she reached down to pry Richard's hand loose from her ankle. Somewhere in that moment, Rachel caught the look in her brother's eyes... and realized her mistake. The taught, toned muscles in her young brother's strong back flickered, flexed quickly, as he let go of her ankle and snapped his hand upward. With her foot liberated, Rachel's balance faltered, and her free hand shot, reflexively, for the other side of the doorframe. Richard's fingers scrambled up his sister's thigh, found purchase in the white terrycloth towel she had wrapped around her torso, and yanked. Hard. Thud! Rachel had now fallen on the bathroom floor twice this morning. Both times on her ass. This time, her bare ass! Richard had managed one very good pull! Rachel's towel was now hanging from the railing overlooking the foyer. And... And... And Rachel's little brother was getting himself a good, long look at his sister's naked body. In particular, her naked breasts, glistening with light perspiration from their chase through the upstairs hall, her nipples slightly erect in the crisp morning air. He was quite literally gawking at them! And what was more, after all the fight she'd put up, Rachel was letting him look. She couldn't say why, when she'd spent so much time embarrassed at school, that this moment should suddenly feel so... easy. But here she was, sitting half-in, half-out of the hall bathroom, knees up, shoulder propped against the door frame, her tousled red hair obscuring half her face...and her trim, tan, handsome? Little brother Richard in front of her, still panting from exertion, still dripping from the steam-filled bathroom where he'd showered, sitting on his hands and knees and staring at her tits as though they were the first pair he'd ever seen in his life! Rachel felt a warmth grow in her belly as she realized... she liked the attention. "That's it!" boomed the voice from downstairs. "Anybody who isn't down here in fifteen minutes will appear in this family portrait in their grandmother's yellow pants suit!" That snapped Richard out of his trance. "Oh, hell, no!" he growled under his breath, grinning. Rachel giggled. She whispered conspiratorially, "The nudist colony's been shut down, little brother! Wrap it up!" Richard caught one last peek as he stood up. His sister saw this and pulled her shoulders back slightly, subtly raising her breasts, her nipples angling upward. Seeing her little brother looking at her like that excited Rachel. It made her feel pretty. Attractive. She wanted him to get a good look, to see just how beautiful she'd become. Richard saw her arching her back, realized what she was doing, and blushed a deep red. Then, eyes widening, Richard turned abruptly, his hands moving fast in the general vicinity of his privates, as though he were suddenly embarrassed for her to see them. As her brother raced down the hall to his bedroom, Rachel slowly stood back up. Had looking at her naked body given him an erection...? Rachel thought that maybe it had. That warmth in her belly came back, stronger this time. Rachel had a surprising desire to do that again. She made up her mind that, after today's family portrait, she was going to tease her brother again, and let him see her naked body! And this time, she'd see for certain if it made him hard! She'd make sure to get a good look at his prick, just as he'd gotten a good look at her bare breasts. The thought made her whole body tingle as she slipped into the shower to get ready. * * * * * "Oh for God's sake, take it off, then!" "I'm trying, Mom, but the knot's stuck..." Richard was struggling in the back seat with his blue-and-gray- striped tie. The morning's family portrait session had gone fine. Everybody'd smiled-even Dad-and everyone said that Richard looked "very sharp" (whatever that meant). Now it was over, and they were on their way home in Mom's Suburban. Soon he'd be back in his civvies, watching MTV. But for now, this damn necktie was driving Richard ape shit! "Here, let me help." Oh, shit. Rachel. Richard hadn't spoken a word to her since they left the house this morning! After the big chase, Richard had managed to get his sister's towel off, and saw what he'd been dying to see: Rachel's perfect tits. She hadn't run off like he would've expected her to, what with her being so body-shy now. Hadn't even hit him or yelled at him. In fact, she just sat there! Sat there and let him look. And God, did he look. Something in Richard's mind had told him that this was his only chance to see his sister's tits, so he'd better soak 'em up while he could. And then at the end (Mom had broken the moment...thanks, Mom), when Richard stole one more glance at Rachel- sitting there in the doorway and looking way too hot for a sister to be looking-she moved. Not, "she moved", like she twitched; she... moved. His own sister had shifted, arched her back a little bit, and given her little brother a better view! And at that moment, staring at Rachel's fantastic body, seeing her wanting him to see her, wanting him to be excited...well... He got excited. So help him, at the sight of his older sister flaunting her naked body for him, Richard had felt a stirring. An all-too-familiar stirring. The stir that kept him from standing up in front of the class sometimes. The stir that he got when the girl's team would scrimmage with them and Nancy Hartigan - with the perfectly round ass- would ask him to straighten her bikini straps. That same stir. As Richard had looked down upon his naked sister, he had begun to get an erection! He'd turned, covered and run immediately, so thankfully she couldn't have seen, but he hadn't been able to talk to Rachel since. "You're just pulling the wrong end, silly," Rachel said. She turned sideways in her seat, bringing her left knee up, and leaned in toward Richard to help him get his tie off. She ran her delicate, porcelain hands up the front of his shirt, up to the badly damaged Windsor knot hanging below his collar. As Rachel moved in closer to see the knot, she felt her brother tense up, almost flinch. He hadn't spoken a word to her since this morning, when Rachel was pretty sure Richard had gotten an erection while looking at her breasts. And now, here he was, frightened just to have her so close. Rachel tugged at a couple of places on her brother's tie, and the knot loosened. She slid one end out of the tangle, being sure to trail the tips of her fingers down Richard's well-formed pecs and his swimmer's washboard stomach as she did so. Richard gasped, almost inaudibly. Rachel glanced back toward the front of the 'Burban, to see that their parents weren't watching too closely. "Got it, Mom!" "Tell your sister thank you, Richard." She said, without even looking back. Richard cleared his throat. "Thank-*ahem*...thank you, Rachel." He was calming down now, Rachel saw. "Sure, whatever," Rachel said, loud enough for the whole car to hear. But then, more softly, right next to her kid brother's ear: "And if you need help getting anything else off tonight, just let me know..." Richard went beet-red in less than a second. * * * "I really don't want those clothes ruined, you two. No more stalling. Get changed." Richard groaned. "All right, Mom, geeze-" "Are my sweats clean?" Rachel asked. Their mother rolled her eyes, "For the kajillionth time, they're in the dryer!" Rachel stifled a squeal. Her favorite outfit in the world was her gray, racing-striped sweat suit. The top cut off just below the under swell of her breasts, and the loose bottoms hung low on her curvy hips, showing off her sculpted midriff. The sleeves almost swallowed her hands, and only her toes peeked out from the flared legs; in fact, with the exception of her smooth, white midsection, the sweats just about covered Rachel's entire body. But somehow, they were still the sexiest house clothes she'd ever seen. And if she wanted to catch her brother getting an erection just from looking at her, Rachel was going to use every advantage. As soon as he saw Rachel disappear down the hall toward the laundry room, Richard practically bolted upstairs to his room. He wanted out of these scratchy clothes, yes, but even more, he wanted-needed-to get his older sister out of his head! Seeing her naked body - ohmygod! This morning had been tough enough. Getting a hard-on at the sight was unnerving as all hell. But now she was flirting with him! Fuck that, Richard thought, she was flat-out coming on to me! Strong! By afternoon, Richard's head was floating, and his balls were fit to bust. Rachel's little brother needed relief. Now. He got to his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. I'll just get it out quick, Richard thought as he fumbled to undo his buttons... Rachel worked quickly in the laundry room. She slinked out of her silly little flower dress that Mom had made her wear, and let it fall to the floor in a lump. In one fluid movement, she pulled open the dryer door, crouched down, and ducked her head inside... Richard was down to his briefs and his socks. He'd get around to putting on his casual stuff in a minute. Richard balled up his shirt and slacks and tossed them down the hole in the back of his closet. He dug his right toe into his left sock, pulling it down so he could step out of it. He kicked his socks loose, one at a time, and sent them down the hole after his shirt and pants. Time for business... Rachel cinched up the drawstring in front of her sweatpants, gave it a once-over knot, then looked at her herself in the hall mirror. Not bad. The left strap of her thong peeked playfully out of her waistband. She cocked her head to one side; the braid her mother had insisted on for the photo wasn't working for Rachel anymore. She yanked it out and fluffed her hair with her fingers, sending red waves cascading over her shoulders and veiling her eyes. Oh yeah, she thought, that's more like it. She turned back for the bedrooms, then paused. She knew damn well what her brother had been looking at this morning, and it sure wasn't her hair. Rachel arched her back, reached behind with both hands and undid her bra. She slipped one strap off through her sleeve, then reached into the other sleeve, pulling the whole piece out at once and flinging it backward into the laundry room. Presto! Rachel didn't even notice the ball of semi-formal attire that fell, a moment later, from the chute in the ceiling. She'd turned down the hall toward the stairs, already at a run... There was one bathroom in the upstairs hall, and it had three doors. One to the hallway, and one to each of the smaller bedrooms. Richard and his sister had shared this bathroom their entire lives, but right now Richard claimed it for himself. He'd jack off quickly, get dressed and head back downstairs like nothing happened. Okay, maybe he'd jack off twice... for good measure. He crossed the floor in long, quick strides to lock the door leading to Rachel's room, then the one to the hall. He pushed his briefs down to his ankles and sat down on the edge of the tub, facing the toilet. With the load he was carrying, Richard knew he'd need to shoot straight for the bowl. If he was sitting on the toilet while he masturbated, and stood up too late, he'd end up hosing down half the bathroom before he even got himself turned around to lift the lid. Relief was just a few good strokes away. He went to grip his erection... "Richard?" Rachel called from the middle of her brother's empty room. "Where'd you go?" Nothing but silence. She'd hoped she might catch him in the middle of changing. She wanted to see the firm little abs and strong chest she'd felt through Richard's shirt earlier, when she was helping him with his tie. Plus, she'd made an offer to help him with any other clothes he needed to take off. She'd only been teasing, trying to get a rise out of her little brother, but once she'd actually said it, the thought had taken on a certain... appeal. She could just picture unbuttoning that shirt, sliding it down her brother's strong arms and back. Maybe she could help him with that stubborn zipper, lower his slacks to the carpeted floor, gaze up at his tan, clean muscles from down on her knees... see just how hard his pecker felt through the thin fabric of his jockeys... "R-Rachel?" came her brother's choked voice. In the bathroom. Rachel put a lilted, singsong tone in her voice as she clasped her hands behind her back, and pivoted back and forth on the balls of her feet. "What'cha doin'?" In the bathroom, Richard panicked. He was stark naked, shorts around his ankles, getting ready to beat off to thoughts of his own sister, and here she was, right outside his door. The one door to the bathroom that Richard never locked. Did she know what he was up to? Did she know that she could walk right in on him if she felt like it? Did she feel like it? Whoa. That thought caught Richard a little off guard. Through his fear and embarrassment, that thought cut a bright, wide trail, like lightning. He remembered what she'd said in the car-and if you need help getting anything else off tonight, just let me know- remembered the little extra show she'd given him this morning when he was gawking at her (phenomenal!) tits. Maybe she was hoping to find him naked! Heck, why else would she come into his room, without knocking, when she knew he was changing? "I'm, uh...I'm-" he started. From the other side of the door: "I hope you're not masturbating in there...?" Richard went flush. His skin prickled and tightened as he sprang a cold sweat. Jesus, she'd hit it on her first guess. "No! No, I'm not mas-" "Because that would be an awful waste, little brother," she chided from inside his bedroom. "What?" Richard sputtered. This was ridiculous. He could tell he'd need to go out there. Rachel wasn't leaving anytime soon. Richard left his underwear on the bathroom floor. He'd never be able to hide his swollen penis going out there in those. Instead, he grabbed a towel off the rod and wrapped it around his waist. "Whaddaya mean, a waste?" Richard waited for a reply. Nothing. Gently, he grasped the doorknob and turned it, swinging the door open slowly... Rachel's younger brother slowly opened the bathroom door, and she saw him peek his head out, warily. Rachel had positioned herself at the foot of his bed, lying on her side, up on one elbow, her supple thighs languidly crossed one over the other. She watched in silence as Richard tiptoed into the room. He glanced furtively from his sister to the bedroom door. When he saw Rachel had locked it behind her, Richard was visibly taken aback. He looked to her sharply, his eyes wider. There was some fear there, in those eyes. Bewilderment, too. And maybe, just maybe, a little... hope? Anticipation? Rachel began to feel that warmth in her belly again. "I saw, you know," Rachel told her brother matter-of-factly. Richard squinted. "Saw me what?" Rachel continued. "You. This morning. You were staring at my chest..." she illustrated by running her finger along the bottom edge of her cutoffs, exposing just the slimmest edge of her milky white breasts. Richard swallowed, hard. "And I helped you look, too. I pulled my shoulders back, like this..." As Rachel demonstrated, her top rose up just a fraction more. Her little brother blanched. Time to go in for the kill, Rachel thought. "And when I did that," she cooed, "you got hard, didn't you...?" Richard almost jumped. She couldn't have seen! She couldn't know! "No way! I never got an erec-" He stopped cold, clamped his mouth shut, as his older sister get up off his bed. Richard watched, dumbfounded, as she crossed her hands over her chest, slid her cutoff slowly upward, revealing the tender swells of her breasts and exposing the delicate pink of her nipples. Without a word, she pulled the entire top up over her head; then she lowered her arms-still wrapped in her sleeves-and crossed them coyly over her belly, hugging herself and pressing her breasts snugly together at the same time. Holy shit! Richard thought. She was stripping right in front of him! Without hesitation, the boner that had been subsiding in the bathroom woke with a start and began to strain against the front of his towel. Rachel dropped her cutoff top to the floor of his room, and gave her brother a good look-over. Richard could feel his skin burn under her gaze. Then her eyes rose, fixing upon his own, holding him in place as she stepped slowly and deliberately toward him. "I saw you covering the hard-on you got from looking at me naked, little brother..." she was saying. Closer now, transfixing him with that incredible, intense gaze of hers. "You liked seeing my naked body before, just like you like seeing it now." Closer. "It turned you on before, just like it turns you on now." Closer. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, only look into her unblinking eyes, and at her unbelievable body. "And now, just like this morning..." Rachel reached forward, and before Richard even realized what she was after, his sister grabbed hold of his towel and pulled it clean off, revealing one very large, very indisputable erection. Rachel stared, fascinated. Here it was, what she'd wanted, what she'd come up here for. To see her brother get a hard-on from looking at her body. And it was a beauty, too! Thick and veiny, not at all how she'd imagined it would look all swollen up. The head was fat and purplish, and the shaft, well, it was... moving. She could see her brother's engorged penis bob up and down slightly, in a regular rhythm. Like a pulse, she thought. It's his pulse... it bobs in time with his heart. Rachel looked back up to see her younger brother watching her fascination with his pecker. "You were masturbating in there, weren't you...!" "No..." Richard blushed, but only slightly this time. And he grinned, just a little, "Not yet, anyway." The warmth in Rachel's stomach flared, her nipples tightened as they grew more erect. "Really. And what were you going to be thinking about while you ran your hand up and down you big, hard cock, hmmm...?" Richard blushed just a tad more. "Well, I...um, I was kind of thinking about what happened this morning..." "Uh-huh," Rachel encouraged, "Were you thinking about me...?" A long pause from her little brother. "...Yeah..." Rachel had an idea that suddenly made her very hot. Physically, she felt hotter as she pictured what she thought she saw coming. She ran her hands luxuriously across her bare breasts. "Were you thinking about these...?" Richard swallowed again, loudly. "...Y-yes..." This was it. No turning back now, thought Rachel. She placed her hand gently against Richard's chest. "You know, little brother, you still can." Richard looked a little confused. But only a little. Mostly, he just didn't seem sure if his big sister really meant what she seemed to be saying. "How...um, how do you mean?" Rachel backed away from her brother, back toward his bed again. "I want you to do it." She said softly. Richard shifted his feet, as though trying to maintain his footing on the carpet. Rachel continued. "I'll show you my body. I'll give you a better look than the one you got this morning." she sat down on the bed. "I'll watch you while you look at me...I want you to masturbate while you look at my body." Her younger brother swayed just a bit. His jaw had gone slack, his eyes glossy. But she wasn't done with him yet. "And I want you to finish," Rachel said. "I want you to cum. I want to see you get so hot for me that you cum right here, right in front of me." Richard just about passed out right there. His older sister, the one with the incredibly gorgeous body, wanted him to jack off while looking at her! It was wrong! It was sick! And all Richard could think was: Do it! Do it! Fucking do it!!! "You want to do that for me, don't you...?" his sister asked playfully from the foot of his bed. She cupped her perfect tits in her hands and began to fondle them, pressing their firm flesh together and upward, creating a deliciously exaggerated cleavage. Richard found his voice. "Yes," he gulped. Rachel dropped her head forward, and her deep red hair flowed languidly down across her pale skin, giving sharper relief to every crease and valley, every plane of perfect beauty as she pulled and kneaded her breasts. Her fingers squeezed and tweaked at her nipples. Richard was frozen. Rachel looked up from underneath her strawberry shroud. "Well-?" she prompted throatily. Richard looked down at his erection. He could feel it begging him for release. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached. He'd never in his life even considered doing this in front of another human being. And now he was about to jack himself off in front of his own sister, while she played with her impossible tits. It was too much! He couldn't possibly do this, could he? Could he? Rachel lowered her head again, and Richard watched as his big sister began to suckle her right nipple. Oh, Hell, he thought, and began to work his shaft. At first, Rachel had begun to think her brother wouldn't go through with it. That they'd both end up leaving the room, too embarrassed to look at each other. But all of a sudden, it happened. Richard reached out with his lean, large hand and taken hold of his erect penis, simultaneously beginning to stroke it up and down slowly. Oh my God, she thought, and actually paused in her attentions to her own body. She'd known that she wanted to see her little brother cum, but until she saw his beautiful muscles tense as he stroked his thick cock, she had no idea just how badly she wanted to see it. Absolutely had to see. She had to see him "shoot his load", as her friend Connie put it. And from the look of things, she wouldn't have to wait long. "Oh, God," Richard groaned. He was beating himself fast now, his fist little more than a blur as it pistoned up and down his cock. Rachel had another thought, one that made the blossoming heat in her belly explode. "Come here!" She slid herself off the edge of the bed, down to the floor with her back against the edge of the mattress. "Come closer to me...!" Richard slowed his efforts and stepped clumsily, prick in hand, toward his waiting sister, "Wha-" he stammered. "Keep going. Don't stop," Rachel told him, breathless. "I want you to cum on my tits." "Oh, Jesus," her brother almost whined. "Oh, Jesus, God, yes, please..." He began to work his erection frantically, eager to bring himself to an explosive climax. And that was just what Rachel wanted. She wanted his jizz to burst out, to blast out, to cover her chest, her neck, her chin; to drip from her erect, rosy nipples and dribble into her soft, creamy navel. She wanted to feel its heat rising off her skin, to smell its salty, musky odor that, even now, she could detect from the runnel of cloudy pre-cum sliding across her little brother's knuckles as he fisted himself, feverishly, just inches from her face. See it, touch it, feel it, smell it; maybe even... taste it? Hmmm... "Oh, God... God-!" Richard choked. "God, Rachel, cumm- ming-guh-nngahh!!!" Rachel gasped. Hastily, she cupped her breasts together, sat up and leaned forward, right into the path of her Richard's throbbing cock. She was staring straight down at it, ready to watch her brother's semen fill her cleavage. She was panting hard. She could feel the blood rushing through her ears. "Do it!" she cried. "Shoot your load all over me...!" Richard's rapid, rhythmic strokes faltered. Thin croaking sounds, almost gags, sputtered from deep in his throat. His whole body seemed to freeze. For just a moment the room fell dead silent, as even Rachel held her breath in anticipation. Then, chaos. A cacophony. A whirlwind of sensations that crowded out all thought, all reason, as Rachel's kid brother started squirting like a busted pipe. "Yyy-ye-eah-aaah-ah-ah!" Richard's voice was strained, the veins on his neck bulging. Rachel watched in awe as stream after stream of thick, hot cream shot from the head of her little brother's meaty cock. It didn't just collect in the crevice between her breasts, like she'd expected. It sprayed against her chest with such force that it splattered out past her shoulders, as high up as the tip of her nose! It poured in wide arcs across her outstretched throat, rivulets oozing along her collarbone. And more came. The semen pooling between her tits was slowly, sensuously slipping through, down along her belly. Its warmth tickled, teased at the urgent heat already humming within her fevered body. Rachel gulped at the air, breathless in her ecstasy. And still more came. Richard seemed to have a bottomless supply of jism, and it flowed in torrents upon his sister's naked skin. Rachel looked up at her brother, saw his muscles clenching as he was rocked by his orgasm. "Oh my God, Richard," she whispered. "I never knew a young man could cum so much..." She paused, considering the choice she was about to make. Was she sure she wanted to? Hell, yes. Richard opened his eyes to look down at his sister. Rachel beckoned softly, "Let go, little brother, let me take it from here." As Richard's hand moved off of his spurting cock, Rachel took the veiny thing gingerly into her hand. "So much..." she marvelled, and wrapped her lips around the head of her brother's penis. He lurched and whimpered at the delicate touch of his sister's mouth on his still-squirting member. Rachel's eyes widened as her mouth filled-immediately-with cum. Oh, wow! Her brother was bucking hard above her, as though he'd started all over again with a fresh climax! With both hands Rachel clenched her brother's strong, hard buttocks and pulled him in closer. More hot jizz poured across her tongue... ..and she swallowed. Richard's hands dug into her hair "Oh, yes! Oh, yeah, Rachel, do it! Swallow it! Drink my cum!" And she did. Rachel sucked on that cock hard. She milked it like a calf at its mother's teat. Load after load of her younger brother's sperm plowed into her mouth, and Rachel swallowed every drop. She reached under and cupped her brother's heavy balls, felt them spasm, tighten up, and yet another large wave of cum filled her throat. She couldn't believe what they were doing, she and her brother, but what was more, she couldn't believe how much they were both loving it. "Ahhhhh!" Richard hissed. He'd finally stopped spurting, but his spasms were still tremendous. "Stop! Stop! No more! I can't! Can't-!" Rachel gave his cock a few more deep, long sucks-just for fun - before letting him out of her mouth. Her brother collapsed on the carpet, panting desperately. Rachel licked her lips and gave him an impish little grin. "So," she said. "Feeling better?" Richard stared at his older sister, covered chin to belly button in his still-warm semen, and chuckled. "Holy shit, Rachel." Suddenly, their mother's voice boomed from inside the closet. "What the hell is this?!!" Richard jumped, his eyes wide, instinctively believing the two of them had been caught. Rachel just giggled. "Relax, doofus, she's in the laundry room!" From the top of the laundry chute, Rachel and Richard heard their mom's shrill cry: "You little shits are in deep, deep trouble! Your best clothes are a wrinkled mess down here, and Rachel, your bra is stuck behind the dryer." Richard watched in stunned silence as his sister-ignoring their mother's screams-began to lick his runny sperm off of her tits, circling her tongue intently around her nipples and groaning faintly with lust. "I just hope that whatever you two were in such a rush to get to was worth it." came the voice from downstairs. Now Rachel was running her hands all over her body, and smearing the cum on her belly down inside her sweatpants, where Richard could see her working his jizz into herself. Her eyes closed, her breathing deep and heavy, her knees writhing up and down as she pleasured herself with her brother's seed. "Because the two of you are grounded, you hear me? You're not coming out of your rooms for the rest of the weekend." Rachel stopped her gyrations and opened her eyes to study her nervous brother. "She's right, you know," she mocked, wide-eyed. Richard cocked an eyebrow. "About what?" Rachel undid the loose knot in her drawstring, flipped the ends aside with a casual toss of her hand. She rocked forward onto her hands and knees and began crawling seductively toward her little brother like a tigress about to pounce. "If we're both stuck up here for the next two days, then you are in deep... deep... trouble..." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23