Jeffrey, at eighteen years old, still lived in a house full of women.
His father left when his baby sister was born. Technically, he held the title of the man of the house...but that was hardly the case.
Kimberly, his older sister, was nineteen years old and Rachel, his younger sister was hardly ever around. Their mother, Mason, was a police officer who worked the third shift, so she was gone most nights. When she was home, however, her word was law. Everyone was to have their homework done before she left the house; everyone was required to eat their vegetables before they could be excused, etc...
Very rarely did Mason ever spend a night home with her children. With her black curly hair that tumbled down her shoulders, her succulent breasts that pushed eagerly against every blouse she owned, her rump that shook gently as she walked, and her thick luscious thighs; she spent most of her time attracting men.
The kids, in fact, could hardly remember the last time that she spent the night with them. So, when she was away at night, Kimberly was in charge of her younger siblings, not Jeffrey, "the man of the house."
One night, Mason probably out fucking one of the neighbors, something surprising happened at home...
Jeffrey was masturbating over the toilet bowl, as he often had before. Ever since his balls had dropped years ago, his cum had become thick and white, and a sticky hassle to clean up. So, he had gotten into the habit of going into the bathroom, as if taking a long piss or a quick shit, and jerking off real fast into the water. All that he had to do was flush for a nice simple clean up.
The only difference from tonight, versus any other of the nights, was that, in his haste to relieve himself after looking at the dirty magazines in his room, he had forgotten to lock the bathroom door.
There he was, his head cocked back, his eyes clenched shut in agony, his meat rock hard in his hand, stroking as hard as he could, dry with no lube, when the door opened.
"Sorry Jeff, I left my--" Kimberly's jaw dropped.
Quickly, with his hard-on still groped firmly in his hand, he turned toward his older sister. Of all the times in the world, he whimpered and came hard. Ropes of his thick white-hot cum shot across the bathroom and splashed against Kimberly's shins and slid down onto her bare feet, nestling in between her toes.
She stared down at her glazed feet in shock, her mouth still open.
Nervously he blurted, "Oh shit, Kim. I'm sorry."
She didn't say anything.
"Here, let me," he grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall and got down on his knees. With his pants still crumpled around his ankles, and his cock still semi-hard and leaking, he rubbed the towel up and down his sister's shins. Then he brought it down onto the top of her feet and scrubbed like he was cleaning a floor.
"Disgusting," was all that she could say.
"Oh I know I'm so sorry Kim." He stood up and tossed the towel into the sink. Then, out of mere habit, he stroked his cock a couple more times to get the rest out.
"God, Jeffrey," she said looking away.
"Oh shit," he quickly tucked it down and pulled his boxers and pants back up. "God, I'm sorry, I forgot."
"Right in front of me?"
"I know, I know. I wasn't thinking."
Now that he was fully dressed she took a few steps into the bathroom. "Why didn't you stop when I came in anyway?"
His face turned red, "I tried, I mean, God I couldn't help it Kim."
And it was the truth. If she hadn't of barged in on him like that, it probably would have taken another minute or so for him to cum, but when he saw her shocked face, the excitement just got to him. Like a sexual laxative, pushing his fluids right out of him.
"I wish you would have at least locked the door."
Now it was his turn to stick it to her. "Hey, you should at least knock before just waltzing on in here. I don't want you walking in on me while I'm taking a dump either."
She bent down to pick up her purse, which was what she had come in for, left it nestled by the tub. The black track shorts that she wore to bed were hardly shorts at all. Originally the shorts hung around her thighs, but she had grown up since when she first got them. Now, she only wore them to bed, where most people couldn't see them, since they had become so revealing. Being how short and snug as they were, she also chose not to wear any panties underneath them for comfort reasons.
Jeffrey stood behind her, his eyes staring at the exposed flesh. He could practically see her snatch from the angle. Well it was more like the inner crease of her thighs, but there were even a couple of brown hairs poking out. He felt the blood rush down to his penis.
"Trust me Jeff," she said, still bent over, rummaging through her purse, "I would much rather have seen you sitting on the can then to have seen you shaking hands with Mr. Johnson."
His cock grew against his pants, pressing them outward slightly. "Yeah," he said emotionless, staring down at her rump.
"Jesus Jeff, you sound like a zombie," she stood up and turned around, her small breasts jiggling under her white tank top. "Did it take that much out of--"
He was staring at her lower half still, as if not noticing that she had both stood up and turned around. He licked his lips.
"God, Jeff, what are you staring..." her eyes fell to the bulge in front of his pants, "...at."
Neither of them said anything; they just stared at each other.
Then the lump in his crotch started twitching. It was throbbing.
Finally, Kimberley looked up at Jeff and saw that his eyes were absolutely glued to her lower region. "Jesus, take a picture it will last longer."
As if snapped out of a sweet dream, Jeffrey jumped. He immediately tried to cover his obvious erection by adjusting his pants and crossing his hands over it. "Sorry," was all that he could mutter.
