Just another night - next morning
âWhat would you like me to do for you?â
âWell, I need to get some of your cum out of my hair and clean off my body, help me out and Iâll do the same for you.â
I undid the belt of my silky dressing gown, pulling it down over my arms a little until the material just rested across the very edge of my nipples, I paused, looking him straight in the eye; seeing a challenge lighting in them, raising an eyebrow slightly and turned on my heel at the same time peeling the clingy material down to my waist. Baring my damp breasts to the mirror that I watched him from.
âI never took you for being the shy and introverted type after so many creamy nights darlingâ he said.
âOh really?â An imp of mischief danced about in my head and I covered my breasts with my hands and turned round to face him once more.
I laughed out loud when I let my arms fall to my sides. He gulped hard and whistled low through his teeth. My rosy tipped nipples were beading under his gaze, the gentle breeze from the open door caressed them like a lover would, tipping my head back a little I let my eyes drift shut, moving my hands so they were lying flat on my stomach, fingertips just inside the material of the dressing gown and ever so slowly let it fall to the ground.
As soon as it had rolled into a bundle at my feet I stood naked in front of him for the first time. Of course, he had seen me writhing around naked on the bed for so long on so many occasions, but never had it been just the two of us in the cold unnatural light of a bathroom, never had I paraded for his inspection with tension waiting to explode. I looked back into the mirror and tried to say something, anything, but I said nothing, I was shaking.
âIâm ready Chris,â I said. I was ready for more than a late morning shower. My body looked primed, I felt as if I had never been so open with anyone before in my life and here I was standing naked before a man, my brother, who I loved without reservation, without care, I stood before someone who had loved and ravaged me for lifetimes.
A minute passed and still we said nothing, my feet were rooted, I was beginning to feel decidedly vulnerable, maybe I had got things wrong all this time, mixed up his signals, maybe he was having second thoughts. A blush started to rise from the top of my chest; I could feel it, the heat moved like a tide. Iâd had enough, right at that moment I felt as if I wanted to crawl into a corner. âYouâre ready now.â
His voice was hoarse, I watched the muscles play in his arms as he led me under the shower head, stepping a little closer to me, he raised my face and arms up and I felt the first splashes bathing my heated skin, the water washing away my fears, finally I understood.
He washed me so gently until all last nights dried cum and sweat had been washed away.
âThere, I think thatâs you all done, you look like a water nymph.â he said, stepping back while he pulled off his boxers. His broad chest tapered down to his waist, the cheeks of his arse just begged to be squeezed, to have fingernails biting into them, his manhood rose proudly from the nest of trimmed curls. My stomach muscles visibly clenched and I had to bite down on my bottom lip hard in an effort to keep my racing thoughts private.
He stood before me as I had stood before him, giving himself to me in the same way - naked and vulnerable. There was no questioning in his gaze, only need. I moved to stand behind him, stepping up onto the edges of the shower, I was now able to raise the showerhead high, slopping the water over his shoulders. I watched the water run down over his body in a hundred little rivers, glinting like silver in the bright bathroom light.
As the dousing continued, I splashed higher, covering his head; we were done, all remnants of the soap and shampoo gone. He turned the water off and made motions to turn around, but I halted him with a hand on his shoulder and began to lick at the water droplets clinging to his back.
My fingertips and tongue explored every muscle and sinew, moving lower with aching slowness, I didnât forget a single detail. His breathing was growing ragged as I pushed my hands between his thighs, pushing them apart, forcing him to move his feet; my breath hot against the cleft of his buttocks, I raked my nails over the rounded globes, parting them slightly so my tongue could delve deeper. Tentatively I began to drag my tongue over his tightly puckered hole, the reaction was instant, his legs and buttocks tensed slightly but he didnât pull away.
âMmmmm, what the hell are you doing to me woman?â Each word seemed to be pulled from deep inside him as my tongue continued to lave.
âGetting to know you.â I whispered bringing my head back slightly before returning once more to my task but he pulled forwards suddenly.
âWhat a fantastic way to get to know someone.â he breathed quietly as he slowly pushed himself back to my waiting tongue. I spread his cheeks further with the palms of my hands and pushed my tongue deep into his sphincter.
Slowly, I could feel him relax, as he wanted more and more of this hot feeling growing inside him.
I found him rocking his hips back and forth in sync with the thrusts of my protrusion. Suddenly, my tongue was gone and replaced with my finger that slowly worked its way up inside of him. My mouth returned to rimming him so gently, he didnât want to react to what the finger was doing.
I found his prostate and rolled backwards and forwards across it, very slowly adding to the pressure with each pass. His manhood jumped with each passing and I could feel his cum slowly working its way up the shaft. Not a feeling of needing to cum, but just a delightful feeling of being full and waiting for it to appear in a puddle on the shower floor in front of him.
He had taken enough. He spun round, his hands hooked under my arms pulling me up in front of him. I knew looking at him there and then that he didnât want to wait, he needed me quickly, badly, the feeling was raw and pure, his hands traced down my sides and held my waist as I locked my hands around his neck.
âYou make me want you,â he said. There was no other way I could think to put it either.
He raised me high, his lips brushed against my nipple, capturing and making a prisoner of it in his mouth. Teeth grazed while his tongue flicked back and forth, I rested my head against his and wrapped my legs around his waist, there, he held me poised until he was finished with my breast, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.
I tried to talk but he hushed me, his hands cupped my buttocks, holding me still, the dripping head of his cock resting against my wet, hot slit; my heels were digging into his lower back, urging him on, my hands brought his head forward and we kissed, a deep dragging kiss, letting loose all the emotions that had been reined in on us both the night before. Our mouths were still plundering each other as he suddenly dropped me down, his cock spearing right into the heart of me, my mouth opened wide under his as I felt myself being stretched beyond belief. His fingers dug into the flesh of my arse as my pussy clutched tightly around his shaft, my breath was hot on his mouth, his tongue danced with mine as he raised me high again, plunging me down hard again so that every inch of him lay deep inside me.
We were moving; his cock still sheathed deep within me as he leant back against the tiles, allowing me to brace my feet against the lower ones, letting me control the pace. We wanted this to last for the longest time, I could tell he wanted to be inside my incredibly tight tunnel forever, but I said nothing as I pushed upwards, biting down on his shoulder as we started to fuck. I cried out each time I felt the head of his huge cock plunge against my cervix, he moved one of his hands between us, sliding his fingers down to where we were both joined, his head bent slightly so he could watch his continuously leaking cock disappearing into me, again and again.
The pad of his thumb rubbed in tight circles over the nub of my engorged clit and I let loose the cries of the demented that had been building up inside. Forcing myself down onto him faster and faster, he answered with cries of his own and I felt some enormous emotion snap inside me, shattering me, there and then, I needed to feel him come undone in the same way.
Both of his hands moved to my hips, stilling me; I screamed in frustration, bowing my head to his shoulder, my breath coming hot and rapid on his heated skin, I felt weak, sapped but he started to move me, making short sharp thrusts, his back bowed as he thrust higher. He cried out my name and it was caught on the breeze, I started to shake, my muscles clutched tightly around him as I came hard around his enormous pole, tears coursed my cheeks as he brought me close against him, holding me, letting me ride my way through a heart stopping, explosive orgasm.
My juices flowed from me, covering his groin and rolling down the front of his legs as I shuddered from one peak to the next. We didnât talk, our eyes spoke where our mouths couldnât. Like that, we were joined for the longest time and although he hadnât cum, his arm like cock still pulsed like steel inside of me, still his arms held me.
âIf I had only known it was going to be like this when we took a shower, we would have done this a whole lot sooner.â His voice was quiet as he raised me up, his cock sliding slowly, painfully out of me. My legs were shaking as I stood before him. He kissed me lightly and moved away into the bathroom, returning quickly with a towel to dry me off. As we moved back to the bedroom, Jen lay alone in the bed still asleep after her night of self inflicted cumming and her quickie morning session with Sid before he left for work.
Chris softly lay beside her and spooned into her body as I did the same behind him. He gently pulled Jen into him and kissed her lightly on her neck as his fingers traced back and forth along the underside of her breasts while his lips kissed her eyes softly shut.
We all drifted off into a warm, glowing semi sleep. Was it in my dreams, or was he now on his back as I felt his cock, once again beginning to grow, slowly being worked in my ravenous, hot mouth.
Jen was up on one elbow facing me, gently tracing lines down the side of my face with her fingernails. âLet me be with him now.â she whispered to me softly.