Morning Wood

Ch 5: A More Pleasant Shower

Art awoke with a soft yawn, his erection standing up as it most always did. He adjusted how he lay a little, but somehow, something wasn't right. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times; he realized that he was on a couch, his back to the TV, with Guinne curled up between him and the cushions.

Slowly, he slid his hands from around his sister and slipped from her own grasp as well. He stumbled a little bit as he got up, Guinne curling up a bit more but not waking.

Art brushed a few strands of hair from Guinne's face and gently tucked them behind her ear. He turned to the chair that was at an angle to the couch and lifted the blanket that always lay upon it and then gently arranged it around his sister. She snuggled into it and he ducked into the other room, his erection still angled up from his crotch. He glanced at the wall and checked the clock; it was just after nine a.m. He moved to the window for a moment and peered out.

Down in the house next door, his neighbor Sylvia was once again in the shower. Her naked young body was being lathered up; he could see the gentle curve of her buttocks the best. She turned and he caught a look at her small, apple sized breasts, the pink nipples sticking out.

Art's hand fell to his erection out of habit, and he began to stroke it lightly. Images of his sister danced through his head as he watched his young neighbor finish her shower. It was Sunday morning, so he'd actually been lucky to catch her in the shower.

She was taking her time, as she was not in a rush to get to school. She leaned back against the wall, giving him a great view down at her breasts; her hands came up and began to gently tweak her nipples, causing them to stand even more erect. He blinked, he'd never seen her masturbate in the shower, but it looked like she was planning to do just that. His erection grew even harder at this thought.

Just as Art had thought, Sylvia's hand dropped between her legs and she began to play with herself. He didn't see much of what she was doing, but it was obvious that it involved self pleasure and he saw her breasts heaving with her breath as it grew more and more ragged.

I wish I could hear her, he thought, as his hand slowly slid up and down his erection. He had stopped using lubricant a number of years ago, when he discovered that the friction that a dry jerk caused was pleasant to him.

He did hear her last sounds, the whimpering moan louder than the shower and able to get up to him. He heard just the faintest hint of it, but still it turned him on even more. He moved out into the hall and peeked at his sister on the couch, naked and still sound asleep. He moved up the stairs quickly to his own bathroom where he started the water and slipped in.

He didn't wash first; his hand moved furiously over his erection until he couldn't stand it any longer and his entire body began to quiver with his orgasm. He cupped his hand before the tip; the other was stroking so fast it was nearly a blur. The hot semen filled his hand; his hips jerked with each thick load of it. He swallowed thickly and peered down at the creamy white juices.

Guinne seems to love the taste of my cum, he thought as he looked at it, the warm liquid held outside of the spray of the shower. He was overcome with the urge to taste it, but disgusted by the thought as well. He stared at it for long seconds, then he brought his hand to his lips. His tongue darted out to taste the salty cum. Hmm, not too bad.

Deciding that he didn't care much for the texture, he swallowed the small amount he had licked off his hand. But something about it made his erection start to firm up again; he flushed, embarrassed even though he was alone, and quickly washed the remains off in the spray of the shower.

Art looked up hearing the door to the bathroom open again, "Guinne?" He asked.

"Yep, mind if I join you?"

"Uh, guess not," he glanced down, his erection was still poking out, but it wasn't like she hadn't seen him naked before, he peered at her naked flesh, the small kanji symbol on her left breast standing out to him, he remembered her telling him she'd got it, though she hadn't shown it to him. How she loved the irony of it saying 'breast'.

Guinne pushed the curtain open, climbing in and peering at him, she grinned reaching out and slipping her hand around his hard cock. "Somebody was having nice thoughts in the shower, big brother," She couldn't help but smirk a bit as he flushed red at her words.

"I guess so," he agreed, and peered down at her holding him in her hand. "Maybe we should help him out a little?"

Guinne had been worried he might not want to, but she nodded happily, "What did you have in mind, maybe he needs a good scrubbing? Or a tongue bath?"

Art considered that for a moment, and then shook his head no to both, but didn't say anything.

"No? Well, what would he like?" Guinne felt her juices began to flow as she thought about what 'he' might want, her eyes locked on her brother's erection.

"Maybe, well, we could ... fuck?" Art had been going to save have sex, or make love, but had decided that fuck was what he really wanted, and dirty talk had seemed to turn his sister on the night before.

"I thought you'd never ask," Guinne grinned and looked around the bath a moment, then turned away from him, still holding his erection in her hand. "I think the safest way in here will be for me to grip the shower head and have you fuck me from behind."

"Sounds fine to me," Art managed to get out, as she directed his erection to her waiting pussy, the wetness dripping from it having nothing to do with the fact that they were in the shower. "Now fuck your little sister," she said peering over her shoulder at him as his tip came into contact with the dripping entrance to her pussy.

Art slid his hands along her hips, squeezing them gently and then pushing forward into her. "Ooooh fuck me, fuck my wet pussy." Guinne whimpered the words out as Art slid his shaft into her, he started slowly but after just a half second or so he couldn't bear it, he pushed himself as deep into her as he could, his erection twitching with pleasure as he filled her with it.

"Fuck you feel so good," Art whispered, the water sprayed over the two of them, and ran down their supple flesh. Art's fingers dug into her hips, as he pulled her back to meet his thrusts, his body arching into her. He had already cum once that morning , but the taboo of it was causing him to quickly feel the need to cum again. Guinne was already whimpering and moaning like a woman possessed, she had waited what felt like her whole life to feel so complete, to feel Art filling her up, and now he was. She was having a little trouble staying on her feet, with how hard he was fucking her and the slickness of the water covered bath tub floor. Not to mention the weakness in her knees that her impending orgasm was causing. Her hands found things to grip to keep her from collapsing though.

"Harder, oh god, harder, fuck me harder. Oh god oh god ... oh god oh fuck god fuck please, fuck." Guinne could hold on no longer, and her fingers tightened and her toes curled as she nearly passed out from the intensity of her orgasm washing over her. A moment later Art too was cumming and she could feel his erection throbbing as his cum filled her. Guinne's whole body shuddered as her orgasm seemed to intensify at that feeling of cum spurting into her. A moment later they were both on the floor of the tub, Art's arm's wrapped around her, his head on her chin. The water spraying onto them forgotten in the afterglow of such an intense fuck.

Eventually they stood, and Art rinsed his flacid cock off before sliding out of the tub... "I'll go get something to eat started while you finish showering, if you want."

"Okay," Guinne smiled at him, and closed her eyes, leaning against the wall, it was a good twenty minutes before she appeared in the kitchen, dressed and clean.

"Mmm, smells like muffins. Are you the Muffin Man, big brother?" she asked.

Grinning at him she sat down at the little table there in the kitchen.

"I don't know about being the Muffin Man, but I did make some muffins. They're almost done if you're hungry."

"Ravenous! You know me in the early morning, I always wake up starving," she nodded to this. "Do you have some juice or something?"

"No worries and yeah, I remember that you are always hungry in the morning. Why do you think I made breakfast?" he smiled at her and stood up slowly. "And yea, apple or orange?"

"Apple."

Watching him walk to the fridge, Guinne bit her bottom lip lightly and thought. Am I moving too fast? Are we going to regret this? Does it matter? She had put on her t-shirt from last night, and taken a pair of his boxers from his room. "Hope you don't mind I stole a pair of your boxers.

"That's fine, just bring them back this time," he said with a grin, remembering last time she'd ended up borrowing a pair of his boxers, this time seeing them in them was much more sexual though, he had to admit.

Art had of course gone 'all out' for breakfast, and was piling bacon, eggs, and two muffins on to each of the two plates he had set out on the counter. Guinne couldn't help but let a faint smirk touch her lips, thinking of how Art always had to make a procession of every meal he cooked.

"Breakfast is ready," he said, setting the plates on the table and sitting down across from her, "Oh your juice," he got back up, and returned with two glasses of Apple juice.

Breakfast was silent; neither was willing to interrupt the obvious thinking going on at the table. They were both going over the events of the the night and their shower, what they had done with each other. The line they had crossed. Did they still have the option to back out of this? To go back to being just siblings? Neither one knew, both of them wondered if that was the better choice, or if moving forward with this was.

"I need to get going," Guinne said as she finished up the last of her breakfast and broke the silence. "I have class in an about an hour."

She glanced at him and stood up as she stretched again. Art couldn't help but notice her belly button peek out from between his boxers and her shirt. Her flat stomach tempted him again; he looked up at her face and smiled.

"Alright, keep my boxers. You'll need something to wear other than that skirt to class."

He motioned at the skirt piled up on the floor nearby. Guinne moved, picked it up and shoved it in her purse.

"Thanks, big brother."

Art stood up as Guinne moved to leave. She paused and slid an arm around his waist, then pressed her lips against his for a long moment. She got a second pleasant surprise when she felt his tongue seeking admittance to her mouth. Is he becoming more accepting? she wondered.

She held him for a few long moments; the two of them were kissing deeply. She felt his erection push against her stomach as she held him. Guinne pulled away though; she really did have class.

"See ya," she said with a grin as she peered up his face. "Save that for me," she reached out, patted his crotch, then made a dash for the door.

"Bye Guinne," he called after her as she ducked out the door and sped off to her class.

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Guinne's class seemed to take forever; it was an English class and her teacher was going over various things about their next paper. She couldn't really focus; all she could think about was last night, about Art. She wanted to rush back over there after class, throw him up against a wall and just fuck his brains out. But she had an early class and she had a feeling that that might cause him to freak out and pull away, something she didn't want to happen.

Finally, her class was over and she was able to get back to her dorm room. Thankfully Maria wasn't home. She looked at the clock; she was pretty sure her roommate had a class for another hour so she wouldn't be home anytime soon. She tossed her books onto the floor and crawled up onto her bed. Closing her eyes and remembering the night before, she thought about her brother's erection. Her fingers slid down to her sex, rubbing lightly through his boxers.

She thought about his hand down there, touching her, fingering her. Moaning softly, her hand slid up underneath the boxers. Feeling the soft flesh there, she parted her lips slightly and inserted a finger in between. Her palm pressed against her clit, rubbing in little circles as she fingered herself. She was still thinking about Art, wishing that it was him touching her.

I want him to fill me so bad, she thought. Groaning in both annoyance and pleasure, she rolled over and dug around in the drawer of her night stand, pulling out a purple vibrator. It was a fancy one, with a clit stimulator and rolling beads inside. It wasn't a man, but it would do for now.

Guinne closed her eyes and shoved the boxers down to her knees. Her legs opened and the vibrator pressed against her lips as it slid into her. She pushed it in slowly; her fingers moved over the well known controls and put it on the settings she preferred. She started out with slowly working it in and out of her, but it didn't take long before she was pushing it faster and faster. Her head bumped against the headboard over and over as she began to fuck herself furiously; the vibrator was humming and little grunting and moaning sounds were coming from her.

She was so close. Just a little more, she thought as soft gasps were coming from her lips; she was almost there. She whimpered as she felt it coming, and then the door to her room flew open and Maria was standing there. The other woman flushed and turned away, as Guinne grabbed at her blankets and pulled them over herself, covering up.

"I can, uh, come back," Maria murmured, closing the door so that nobody in the halls wouldn't see Guinne like that. Guinne could feel the orgasm subsiding though; she'd need work to get back to that point and it was Maria's room too.

"No, it's okay, I'm done," Guinne cleared her throat a little bit and pulled the boxers back up under the covers. Dropping the vibrator back in its drawer, she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Maria moved over to her desk, embarrassed as hell, but also turned on. She had always found Guinne attractive and had seen her naked a few times, but not like that, with her legs spread open and with a look on her face that was filled with pleasure and desire.

Maria swallowed, her voice was thick with the lust she felt welling up between her legs. "Sorry for, uh, interrupting you, Guinne."

"It's fine, really. Let's forget it ever happened, okay?"

"Alright."

Guinne was still red and her nether regions ached with her unsated thirst. Part of her was upset at her roommate, but another part wanted to throw back the blankets and finish while Maria watched. Guinne couldn't help but let a soft giggle well up at that image in her mind. Maria turned, looked at her and arched a brow, then let out a little laugh herself.

"I guess more time had passed since I got back than I had thought," Guinne said and chuckled a bit as she saw the humor in her roommate walking in on her. "Honestly I'm a little surprised neither of us has ever walked in on the other before now, we've been roommates almost a year."

"Well," Maria considered, before deciding to continue talking, "to be honest I do it mostly in the shower. I don't want you to feel like you can't be safe in the main room just cuz I might be horny."

"Oh, that's nice of you, I guess. I pretty much use the shower as well. Hah! That explains why you got the detachable head as well, I was sooo thrilled when you did."

Maria and Guinne both turned red as they realized what they were talking about and the fact that both of them masturbated in the same shower. Maria turned back to her desk, swallowing thickly. She felt her body warm up to the thought of Guinne in the shower, with that detachable shower head.

Guinne's own thoughts were similar as she realized that she shared masturbation habits with her roommate. Wondering how often Maria used the shower in that way, she was now a little turned on by the thought of it.

She'd never really experimented with women; she had been fixated on the male form ever since she could remember. But something about the idea of Maria, naked and leaning up against the shower wall, the shower head buried between her legs, was really turning Guinne on.

Maria realized that a subject change was needed as the pregnant silence in the room grew thicker and thicker, so she asked the usual question. "What were you up to last night? I didn't hear you come in."

Guinne turned an even deeper red as Maria turned to look at her. They had never been "friends" really. Though they talked occasionally, they were from different worlds.

Guinne was a "geek"; she was into science fiction, computers, role playing – things that never entered Maria's mind. Not that Maria was some prima donna or something; she was in fact a bit of a tomboy. Maria was just into things like motocross, field hockey and basketball. She was also kind of butch; even though she considered herself bisexual, she had only been with women in the past two years.

"Uh, I was just out," was all Guinne could manage to stammer out. Her face stayed bright red as she rolled out of the bed and stretched, yawning. Maria couldn't help but stare at her belly button as it was revealed.

Guinne wasn't a stick like many of the women Maria had dated, but her curves were well suited and beautiful. Perhaps she was a little overweight, but she took good care of herself. Maria was the opposite; she was practically too skinny, and ate anything and everything. She never gained a pound though; she was blessed with an ultra-fast metabolism.

"Out, huh?" Maria arched a brow, pulling her eyes from Guinne's navel and up to her face again. Guinne was pretty open about being "out"; in fact she almost tended to brag about her conquests. Since she was wearing somebody else's boxers, it was obvious that she'd had a conquest last night. "C'mon, you usually share more details than 'out', Guinne, don't leave me hanging here. Who was he? Somebody I know?"

Guinne turned away to hide her cheeks, which still refused to go back to their normal shade.

"Nobody you know," she paused while trying to decide how to phrase it. "Just somebody from my past, somebody that I knew when I was a kid. He's living in town, and we went out on a date."

"A long date," Maria said with a grin.

"Yeah, a long date," Guinne turned back towards her, sticking her tongue out at her roommate. "I'm taking a shower."

Maria couldn't help but chuckle. "Enjoy and hurry up. I need one myself."

"Liked what you saw, huh?" Guinne said before she could stop her tongue. Her flush, which had started to subside, rose back up. She hurried into the bathroom, not giving Maria a chance to respond.

"Yeah, actually," Maria whispered, knowing Guinne wouldn't hear her through the now closed door. She looked up at it as she heard the water start to run, then transferred her gaze to Guinne's bed. She had fantasized about Guinne once or twice, but never had she been so confronted with her roommate's sexuality.

Even now the heady scent of Guinne's arousal hung heavily in the room. Maria swallowed thickly then rose to her feet, moving slowly to the edge of Guinne's bed, following the scent to its source.

Guinne climbed into the shower, the warm water running over her supple flesh. She sighed into the spray, thinking of Maria walking in on her. The scene played out differently this time though, as Maria, instead of blushing and looking away, moved closer and crawled on top of Guinne.

Guinne's fingers were already dropping down between her legs, rubbing at her clit in a slow circular motion. She had once thought about sleeping with a woman, and while it had turned her on, it had never been like this. She flushed as she pulled the head of the shower from the wall.