The Long and Short of It -

Three days had passed since Jenna and Dean had got together and they'd agreed, both a little reluctantly, that it would be a one-off and they wouldn't go there again. Dean had told Jenna that at least she still had the pictures of him to keep her going, Jenna laughing and reminding him that he'd got a video of her.

Jenna was getting ready to go out for a university lecture when she heard someone run down the stairs and was a little surprised when she saw her friend Diane in front of her as she looked up. She looked a mess, mascara running down her face where she'd been crying.

"Jesus, Diane, are you okay? What are you doing here?" Jenna asked.

"I'm fine, but I have to leave, I'll see you at uni later perhaps," Diane whimpered before quickly leaving.

Dean came in just as she'd gone, and Jenna rushed over to him.

"What the fuck have you done to her?" she cried out.

"Nothing, well not really," he said apologetically, "not for want of trying anyway."

"It's not funny," Jenna scolded, "she looks like she'd been crying."

"Not crying, she made her eyes water a lot, even more so when she threw up on my bedroom floor," Dean explained.

"She's been sick? What the fuck did you do to her, why was she even up there?" Jenna asked.

"You know why, you sent her my dick pic, she liked it and wanted to come around," Dean answered, "I wasn't going to say no was I?"

"And what did you do to make her throw up?" Jenna queried.

"She tried to deep-throat me like you did," Dean sniggered.

"You didn't tell her..." Jenna started.

"No, of course not, but she couldn't manage much, she threw up when I pushed too far into her mouth. I need a cloth or something to clean it up, and my room stinks too. And we didn't even fuck."

Dean got a bucket of water and a few cloths and wandered off upstairs. When he'd left Jenna had a little chuckle to herself. She felt bad about her friend, wondering what she'd tell them, she couldn't really keep it quiet after Jenna had seen her. She also felt a little proud of herself that she had managed to go the distance with Dean so to speak, although she was still a little sore around the arse area.

They were all eating that evening when Dave looked over and asked if she was at university the following day. Jenna told him no, and Tina asked why.

"There would only have been three of us at the office so the boss had told us that we could work from home so as not to bother opening up, I wondered if I'd have the house to myself as Dean is visiting his mum for the day," Dave answered.

"I'm here, but I can stay in my room if you want to work down here with your laptop," Jenna told him.

Dave nodded and they finished eating, Jenna clearing up and washing the dishes. She went upstairs after watching TV for a bit and put her headphones on to listen to music, turning the volume up a little when she heard her mum and Dave in the bedroom. The following morning, thinking she had the house to herself and forgetting Dave was at home, she sat eating her breakfast in her night shorts and vest top.

She momentarily looked surprised when Dave walked in, his laptop in his hand, and sat on the other sofa. Jenna told him she wouldn't be too long and would be out of his way, Dave replying that he wanted to speak to her and had something on his laptop to show her. Jenna giggled remembering what Dean had shown her on his laptop, Dave looking at her puzzled as she did so.

"So, what did you want to ask and show me?" Jenna asked when she'd finished eating.

"Well, I wanted your opinion on something first, I wanted to know what you thought about me and your mum getting married," he said.

"Already? You've only been seeing each other for a few months, I'm not sure if she'd be ready after Dad," Jenna replied.

"I think we click, we work great together, and you and Dean seem to be getting on okay too," he answered.

Jenna saw a little smirk on his face when he said the last part, but brushed it off.

"Yeah, you are good together, to be honest, and it sounds like you get on well," Jenna told him.

"Sounds like it, have you spoken to your mum then?" he asked.

Jenna paused and blushed, then tried not to look at him as she explained she meant about them being very vocal when having sex. Dave laughed and apologised, and Jenna replied that it was weirdly nice to hear her mum so happy. They both laughed, Jenna a little nervously, then Dave stopped and looked at her.

"That leads me to show you this, I hope it's not too awkward but it is linked to what we've just talked about," he said.

Jenna looked at him, trying to work out his meaning, and then he turned the laptop to face her. She gasped loudly, seeing a full screen of herself, facing the camera but eyes closed tightly shut, mouth open wide, her arse full of Dean's cock. She felt a little twinge of excitement as she recalled how good it had felt.

"What the..., how did you..." she stuttered.

"I came back and heard the noises before opening the door, to be honest, I froze in shock seeing you, I've seen and heard the other girls Dean has had back but seeing you like that threw me completely," Dean explained.

"But you took a photo?" Jenna asked.

"A couple actually, only to speak to you about it," he started, then paused.

"If me and your mum do get married, you and Dean will be stepsister and stepbrother, you know how this changes things right?" he continued.

"It was a one-off, we got caught in the moment, we've both agreed it won't happen again," Jenna told him.

"Well if you're sure and telling the truth, I'll delete the photos from my laptop and phone before your mum sees them, and we'll not mention it any more okay?" Dave told her.

"I promise," Jenna answered," but, before you delete them, can you send them to me please so I have a keepsake," she finished, biting her lip as she asked.

Dave laughed but agreed, telling her that he didn't know what she wanted them for and didn't want to know. Jenna laughed back and said she would have to assume that he was really going to delete the photos of her and not keep them for himself. She seductively walked off upstairs, her phone pinging three times as she got to the door, turning and smiling as Dave stared at her arse.

Less than ten minutes later Jenna lay naked on her bed, her phone in one hand scrolling between the pictures, her other hand with all four fingers sliding slowly into her soaked pussy. She closed her eyes and thought about how good it had felt, how much it had stretched her, how much she'd enjoyed him cumming on her. Her groans got louder and louder as her fingers moved faster.

Jenna paused briefly and slid the fingers into her arse, putting her hand underneath and sitting on it, writhing about on her hand rather than riding it, and paused again to look around the room. She needed more, something bigger than her fingers, something to make her imagine better than Dean was inside her once more. She picked up her hair brush and slid it along her pussy to get it wet, then slid it easily into her arse. She thrust it in, altering the angle to push along her anal cavity, pushing it as far as the handle would reach. But it wasn't enough, not long enough nor wide enough either. Suddenly Jenna had an idea.

She quickly threw on an old T-shirt and went downstairs. She opened the door as quietly as she could manage and peeped around the door. Dave was sitting on a sofa, laptop on the coffee table, his back to the kitchen. Perfect.

"Just making a drink, do you want one?" Jenna asked as she waltzed into the kitchen.

"No thanks, but it hasn't long boiled if you're making a coffee," he answered.

Dave glanced up as she went past, and did a double take seeing what she was wearing. As Jenna got to the kettle she turned and looked behind her, Dave wasn't looking. She couldn't wait there too long, so poured a cold drink and then opened the fridge quietly. She glanced back, he still wasn't looking, and reached down and took out the cucumber she knew her mum had bought the day before. Even just picking it up and feeling the width in her hands she knew this would be much better.

Dave had turned and glanced at Jenna a couple of times, making sure he quickly turned back if he saw her move, so he didn't get caught looking. He'd seen her slender legs with the top she wore barely covering her arse as she went by, and couldn't help but keep giving sneaky glances. He almost gave the game away when she bent over to get something out of the fridge, her t-shirt riding up and exposing her uncovered arse to him, the merest glimpse of her pussy between. He watched as she walked back past him, one arm clamped to her side, the other holding her drink, and he watched bemused as she tried to get through the door using the hand with the drink in.

Jenna bemoaned coming downstairs like this, the cucumber in her hand but she now realised she had nowhere to put it. She couldn't walk past Dave with it out in the open, that would take some very awkward questions and embarrassing answers. She stuffed the cucumber under her top lodged into her armpit, and had to hold it still using her arm. She sighed when she reached the door and she'd shut it properly, struggling to push the handle without spilling her drink. Finally, she got back to her bedroom, her heart racing, sitting still for a few minutes in case Dave followed her up.

Hearing nothing, she quickly stripped off and lay on the bed, reaching over and picking up the cucumber. She held it in her hands, marvelling at its width and how cool it was to the touch being right from the fridge. Jenna slid the cucumber along her wet folds without removing the plastic wrapper, then put it to her mouth while sliding the fingers of the other hand into her pussy. When she thought it was wet enough she slid it slowly into her pussy. She groaned, feeling it push her pussy wide open, but bemoaned a little its smooth surface. While it helped the cucumber push deeper into her, it didn't have the same feel that a real cock would have had.

She closed her eyes and thought about Dean, specifically how his cock had felt, while she plunged the cucumber deeper and faster into her already-soaked hole. She wanted so very much to slide her fingers across her sensitive clit, but also wanted to prolong her pleasure. She took her spare hand and placed it behind her head. She fucked herself like this for a while but felt her hand starting to get numb.

Jenna turned and knelt, riding the cucumber but having to hold it steady with her hands. She paused and reached behind her, pushing her feet together and holding the cucumber steady as she rose on it. It still wasn't perfect, but at least it slid in and out rather than her pussy gripping it tightly. She reminisced about Dean again and grinned to herself. Raising, she planted her feet on either side of the cucumber and this time straddled it, squatting down. Taking a deep breath, she positioned it on her arsehole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she groaned to herself as it inched along her anal cavity.

Feeling it around halfway in and her feet holding it steady, she put her hands up and gripped her headboard tightly. She started to ride it again, tiny squeals emitting from her throat as it pushed deeper inside. She groaned louder still as she pushed further down, her insides churning at the feeling of being filled.

Dean had paused what he was doing on the laptop downstairs and listened out. He could hear a noise, just faintly, and walked towards the door, opening it quietly. The noises were a little louder now, unmistakeably coming from upstairs. As he climbed the stairs, he heard the sounds from Jenna's room, and peering through the bannister saw her door half open. He tiptoed over and peered in.

She couldn't see him, Dave had a side on view from behind her. As he peered around he saw her hands gripping the headboard tightly, then her shoulders and top half, her big stiff nipples moving with her movements, he saw her arse, surprisingly round for her slim body, and then he saw between her legs. That's what she was sneaking away under her arm then he thought. He watched in awe as she rode the cucumber, now deep in her arse, watching as her pussy gaped too as it pushed her arsehole wide.

He felt the blood run to his groin and his cock was quickly erect. Staring at her arse, he undid his zip and pulled out his cock, stroking as he watched her. He found himself imagining he was in her arse instead, matching his strokes to her thrusts, running his thumb over his glans while he stroked. He planned in his head, to watch but cum as soon as he could, so she didn't see him, so she wouldn't know. But then he coughed.

Jenna jumped, gasped, and turned to where the noise had come from. She twisted and saw Dave standing in the doorway, erection in hand, staring at her arse. She twisted and went to move away, and then cried out. As she moved the cucumber broke, small parts falling onto the bed where the wrapper had split too. She lay on the bed, trying to cover up with her hands, but Dave didn't move. If anything he was wanking faster. He nodded between her legs, then down to his cock, and she read his mind.

Dave smiled to himself when she did what he wanted like he'd telepathically sent her a message. She looked a little weird, with around five inches of the cucumber still in her arse, now clenched shut with some of the wrapper still sticking out. She slid her hand across her clit, staring at his cock while he wanked. Her other hand moved down and she pulled gently on the wrapper, feeling the cucumber pull inside her arse. She stared at Dave's cock, around as long as Dean had been but a little more girth. She stopped rubbing and beckoned him over using her finger.

"Fuck me, please," she begged him.

She reached her hands down and pulled her pussy wide open, smiling seductively at him. He walked towards her slowly and moved onto the bed.

"You're a bad bad girl," he told her, "and obviously your mum doesn't find out."

Before he'd finished speaking Jenna had wrapped her ankles behind his back and pulled him to her. He positioned his cock and she clamped her legs, pulling him in sharply, taking her breath away.

"Holy fuck!" she cried out as his cock slid into her.

This was the feeling she'd wanted with the cucumber, the feeling of the protruding veins on his shaft rubbing her pussy walls as he fucked her with long deep strokes. He pushed a couple of fingers into her arsehole, nudging the cucumber but making sure not to push the wrapper inside too. He used the other hand to grab her ankle and push her legs back as far as it would go.

"Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" Jenna cried out as she felt her insides churning.

"Make me cum," she begged.

Dave used his hands on both ankles now, her knees by her ears, and watched as she slid a hand down and rubbed hard at her clit. He could feel her body quivering, feel her orgasm brewing inside her, and marvelled at how much her legs shook when she finally tipped over the edge. Releasing her legs he scrambled up her body, wanking furiously until he came across her tits, neck and face. Jenna lifted her head up and slid her mouth onto his cock, slurping the last remnants of his cum into her mouth.

Neither of them saw or heard Dean standing in the doorway with his phone in his hand....