Sprayed Sister

Thanks for all the comments to my other stories. I read them and pay attention to them a lot, especially the ones with constructive criticism. I know this story is going to get some of the same criticism, that it's essentially the same story as a couple of the others I wrote, but what can I say, I guess I like that story, and I like thinking of different situations that could provoke the incestuous behavior, no matter how silly they may be. Occasionally I think of what some might call a different story, but those become long term projects for me that don't get finished for many months, because the mood to work on them doesn't come up that often and they require a lot more work to finish.

I wrote this before most of my other stories and just decided to publish it now -- you may find one part is particularly similar to part of one of my previously published stories. That part of the dialogue is actually original to this story and not the other story, so I decided to leave it as-is.

That said, I really hope you enjoy this story.

This is a work of fiction. All persons are over 18 years of age.

*

Gwen was my sister and my best pal. We liked the same things, for the most part, and had more in common with each other than all our other friends. Anyone meeting our group of friends for the first time would invariably become surprised to discover we were siblings, because we really were friends first, and siblings second.

Boyfriends and girlfriends seemed to come and go pretty fast. I confess I got jealous when Gwen first discovered boys and sex, but I got over that quickly enough with the help of other girls who were doing the same with me. Still, neither of us ever had what you'd call a serious romantic relationship yet.

I wondered from time to time if Gwen and I would have become romantically involved if we weren't brother and sister. But that was a silly thought, because we wouldn't be the people we were if we weren't brother and sister. I couldn't deny that she was beautiful to me, but I didn't see the need to tell my sister that.

Our relationship was put to the test one fateful summer day. Here's what happened.

*

Gwen and I were hanging out alone on the front porch. The day was warm with the summer sun. Shorts, tank tops and a pitcher of iced tea were helping to keep us cool.

"There! It's under there!" she shouted, pointing to the rear of the neighbor's car. We were trying to understand what Pepper was reacting to. The cat crouched at the front of the car, hissing at something.

Gwen ran towards the car's rear and a brownish streak dashed into the neighbor's garage. Gwen followed it, and I followed her.

I stopped directly behind her. We stood halfway inside, near the left wall of the cluttered space. Our eyes scanned the mass of junk for the critter. I suddenly felt damp, and realized a mist was spraying on me. I looked towards the source and saw it toward the right, on the other side of Gwen. A raccoon sat atop a chemical sprayer, right on the plunger. Whatever that drum contained, it was on me, and it was probably all over Gwen.

I grabbed Gwen by the arm and ran. She got the idea and followed. "Come on, quick!" I said. "We need the shower! We don't know what this is, it could burn us!" I navigated the house toward our parents' bathroom with Gwen at my heels. The other bathroom had no running water at the time because it was getting remodeled.

Gwen's scared voice hit my ears. "My leg's burning!"

I tore off my shirt, still running. "Take off your clothes!" I shouted as my feet hit the tiled floor. I shucked off my gym shorts and turned the shower taps on. I closed my eyes and inhaled in shock as the cold water drenched me.

I recovered a moment later, though it was still very cold. Gwen stood there watching me, arms folded over her bare breasts.

"Hurry up," I said, pointing to her shorts,"take those off and get under the shower spray! This is no time for modesty. You don't want permanent burn damage, do you?"

That got her going. She slipped her shorts and panties off in one swift move.

My mind quickly registered her naked form. I already knew she looked lovely, and a lot sexier than a sister should, from seeing her every day, sometimes in bikinis. But wow, those tits. Nipples with large, puffy areolae topped small, perky, almost conical breasts. They jiggled at the slightest movement.

I moved aside and started soaping myself up. "Get under the spray and stay there! Rinse off thoroughly, especially wherever you feel that burning sensation!"

I watched her get under the spray. "It's co-old!" she stammered.

"That's the least of your problems!" I said. "Rinse off thoroughly! You can adjust the temperature a bit warmer once you stop feeling the burning sensation."

I resumed soaping myself up while keeping an eye on Gwen. Shivering violently, she got herself completely wet and then backed out of the spray and into the taps, holding one lightly tanned leg under the shower spray. I wondered why she was still facing me, and then I got it. Getting poked with the taps was perfectly acceptable when the only alternative was bumping her naked body against mine.

Gwen's straight, shoulder length brown hair was plastered over her cute face, giving me the opportunity to check her out a little more without being caught. The cleft of her sex was clearly visible through her brown pubic hair, which was cut very short. I also noticed how different her nipples looked from moments ago, before being exposed to the cold water. I knew she was suffering and there were more important things going on, but she looked spectacular all wet like this, and I noticed.

She finally stopped focusing on her leg and turned her back to me. Such a small, soft butt! I admired her back and waist as she adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature. Finished, she turned around and looked at me, and I held the soap out to her.

"Here, soap up thoroughly, then wash your hair," I said. I grabbed the shampoo bottle from the shelf after she took the soap from me. "Let's switch positions so I can shampoo my hair and rinse off while you soap up."

The side of her body slid against the front of mine from chest to thigh as we navigated the cramped space. It couldn't be avoided.

I stood under the shower with my back to the spray. Eyes closed, I shampooed my hair and was about to start rinsing off when I heard some thumps. Immediately after that, I felt Gwen fall against me.

I reacted automatically, grabbing her tight with both arms to stop her fall. I succeeded in catching her. My left arm was wrapped around her torso, just under her left breast, and my left hand had a hold of her right breast. My right arm was wrapped around her upper chest, above her breasts and under her arms. My right hand gripped her smooth left armpit, and her right armpit was supported by my right arm at the elbow. Her shoulders pressed against me, but that was my only contact with the back of her. Her legs must have been splayed uselessly in front of her.

"Shit!" said Gwen.

My concern for her was foremost in my mind. "Are you okay? Can you get your feet under you? I can't open my eyes until I rinse off."

"I'll try," said Gwen, but all she did was pedal her feet against the shower floor to no avail.

"Okay, stop for a sec," I said, "I've got you." She stopped, and I began taking steps towards getting her back on her feet.

Moving my left arm was the first step. Her soft, soapy breast slid under my fingers as I slowly moved my left arm outward. "Jeez, you're slippery," I blurted nervously. I became acutely aware of the feel of her in my arms, and that her breathing had changed. Mine had, too. Finally, I succeeded in supporting her left armpit with my left hand, freeing my right hand.

The next step was to move my right hand under her right armpit. I slowly slid my right arm outward, taking care to keep Gwen's right armpit supported by my arm at all times. Her body continued to thrill my senses as my hand and forearm slid against her until I was done.

Supported properly in my hands now, I lifted her and held her up, causing her lower half to crash against me. Ohhh, fuck. The delicious sensation of my sister's soft buttocks enveloping and pressing against my erection overwhelmed me. Fuck, I had an erection! When did that happen?

Her butt rubbed against my cock with the change in height as I let her down until her feet hit the floor. I almost bucked my hips into her but I managed to resist the urge, keeping my hold on her and supporting her weight while she tried and failed to stand. Her soapy feet kept slipping out from under her. Gwen's buttocks rubbed my cock up and down, effectively jacking me off with her repeated attempts. I'm surprised I didn't orgasm just then, I was so excited.

"Bend each of your legs at the knee, one at a time, and let the water rinse the soap off the bottoms of your feet," I said. "Then try and stand."

Gwen did as I asked, waiting several seconds with each foot. Every move Gwen made caused her soft buttocks to milk my hard cock again, urging me to release my cum onto her smooth pale ass. Finally, she succeeded in supporting her own weight without slipping.

"I'm going to let you go now, are you ready?" I said.

"Yes," said Gwen.

I relaxed my arms slowly, still holding her by the armpits to be sure she wouldn't fall down again. My shift in weight caused her butt to give my cock one last caress, and then it was over. I let my hands fall away from her and tried to forget how worked up I was.

I quickly finished rinsing my hair and face and opened my eyes to see Gwen staring at my cock. Reflexively, I laid a hand against my cock to cover it, and that was the last straw. Jet after jet of cum shot from my cock, arced in the air and landed on Gwen's tummy. The last bit fell over my hand and to the floor as the spurts lost their energy.

"Ohhh, fuck." Gwen said, standing there, stunned and helpless, arms held out stiffly and looking down at her tummy and my poorly hidden cock.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I said lamely.

Gwen suddenly became aware that I was looking at her. She covered her breasts with her arms and turned red in the face. I got embarrassed for the both of us.

"Time for me to dry off," I said. "Shampoo your hair before you rinse off." I washed the cum from my cock and hands, too embarrassed to look anywhere but down. I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel from the rack and started drying off.

Dry now, I inspected my naked body in the mirror. My skin looked completely normal, head to toe. My erection persisted in spite of my orgasm. I wrapped the towel around my waist and shook my head, looking down at the tent my cock made.

"Hand me a towel, will you?" said Gwen from the shower. She was standing with her arms over her breasts again, watching me. How long had she been watching me?

I handed her a towel, and said, "Wait, don't dry off yet. You can blot your hair dry but let's see if you're burned anywhere first. And when you do dry off, pat yourself down, don't wipe."

She turned the shower taps off and blotted her hair dry, looking away from me in embarrassment. I moved my gaze away from the jiggle show of her breasts to the leg she spent so long rinsing.

"I don't see any difference in color between your legs. That's a good sign. What about your arms? They look okay. How do you feel?"

She looked at herself all over and touched her arms and legs, testing to see if anything felt sensitive. "I feel completely normal," she said, grabbing another towel and blotting herself all over. Having no more excuse to look at her naked, I looked away, letting her dry off.

"Thank you, Bran," she said, having finished, and she kissed me on the cheek, her body wrapped in a towel now.

"Huh?" I said.

"Thank you for worrying about me getting burned and making sure I did the right thing so quickly," said Gwen.

"Oh -- of course, you're welcome. I'm so sorry about -- well, it got a little weird," I said.

"There

were

some unexpected moments in there," she said, smiling somewhat bashfully, "weren't there?"

"Yeah," I said, mortified.

"I suppose we both got to know each other a little better," she said, playfully poking me in the ribs a few times.

I laughed, slightly more at ease now. "I'll say," I said.

"Let's keep this between the two of us, okay? No one else has to know," said Gwen.

"I wouldn't dream of telling anybody," I said.

"I mean, no one would understand," said Gwen. "But it's not like we did anything wrong -- did we?"

"I mean, I feel really guilty about -- you know. But I had no control over that, it was completely involuntary. You understand that I hope?" I said.

"Yes, I know that," said Gwen. "So we didn't do anything wrong?"

"Of course not," I said. "Look, we're not weird, we just had an emergency and took care of it. And I may be your brother, but I'm a healthy heterosexual male and you're a beautiful girl -- It would be weird if my body didn't get excited in that situation. It's nothing to freak out about, I really hope you understand that."

"Yeah, I do, I guess I just wanted a little reassurance," said Gwen. "Thanks, Bran." She hugged me. She was still facing my side, so she didn't press against my erection.

Gwen stared at the tent in my towel and said, "I can't believe it's still raring to go. You're really -- healthy, I guess. Is he going to be okay?" she said, staring at the tent in my towel.

"Him? He's an idiot," I said. "But yeah, he'll be okay. Frustrated, but okay."

"Why frustrated?" said Gwen. "Aren't you going to, you know, go and take care of it?" She was still staring at it.

"I mean, I would," I said, "but I'm afraid I may think about something I really shouldn't, if I take care of it any time soon."

"You mean me? said Gwen.

"Um, yeah," I said. Would the embarrassment ever end?

"Well," she said, "I don't mind if you think about me. So maybe you shouldn't worry about it either." I could hear her nervousness, mixed with bashfulness, and maybe even playfulness. What was she thinking?

"I'm not sure I understand you, Gwen. You don't care if I think about you sexually? You want me to have sexual fantasies about you?"

"I just mean, if you do, if any brother or sister has those thoughts, they should realize it's normal, just like this is," she said, pointing at the tent in my towel.

Now I was getting confused. That couldn't be good. "Well, I suppose I agree with that," I said, "but there's a difference between it just happening, and purposely focusing on that sort of thing. Isn't there?"

"But you didn't seek this out," said Gwen, looking at my towel covered erection, "did you?"

"No, I didn't," I said.

"So you should just take care of it then," said Gwen. "That's what I'm going to do, once I get to my room." I froze, trying to process what my sister just told me.

"You're going to masturbate and think about me, right now," I said. I couldn't believe it.

"Yep," said Gwen. She walked to her room and closed the door softly.

I rushed to my room, slammed the door behind me and threw myself on the bed, letting the towel fall off. Cock in hand, I relived everything that happened. I pictured Gwen on the other side of the wall, naked and masturbating, and thinking about me, about us.

A muffled noise broke the silence. It came from Gwen's room. I rested my head against the wall to hear her better.

"Ohhh, yeah, Bran, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!"

Stroking my cock furiously, I imagined going into her room and joining her. She moaned again, something incoherent, and I orgasmed again. The cum just dribbled out this time but it still felt great. I felt too spent to move.

I opened my eyes and checked the clock on the wall. I'd been asleep for 20 minutes. Feeling rested, I rose and cleaned up in the bathroom. A cold drink is what I needed next. I went to the kitchen and found Gwen there.

Smiling, she said, "So was I any good?"

"Huh?" I said.

"In your imagination, when you took care of yourself, was I any good?" said Gwen.

I grabbed a soda. "You were amazing," I said.

She seemed happy about my answer, as if we actually had sex. I decided to keep playing along and see what she had to say.

"What about me, how did I do?" I said.

"You were a stallion," said Gwen. "And you were very good with your mouth."

"Woah, TMI, Gwen!" I said.

"You asked," said Gwen.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. That shut me up.

We went to the den and watched TV in silence after that, pretending the day was just like any other day.

*

A week later the remodeling was finished and our shared bathroom was in service again. Things seemed normal between us after that, for the most part, but sometimes Gwen would smile at me with a conspiratorial look in her eye, and I would always wonder if she just finished fantasizing about us together, or if she was planning on doing it just then.

A few days later I ran into Gwen in the hallway. I was in a bath towel, fresh from the shower, and she was headed to the bathroom. "Gwen," I said, "we're running out of conditioner pretty fast. We just bought some and we already need to buy more. Did you spill it, or something?"

Gwen's face went red. "I'm sorry, I've been using more than usual lately. I didn't realize it was getting out of hand."

"I don't get it," I said, "how could you use more than usual? It's plain to see you still have only one head of hair."

Gwen looked at me. "Well, you remember that day, the day we...showered together?"

"Yeah?" God, we were talking about this again. I felt my heart race and my cock stir. Suddenly the atmosphere seemed like that day.

"Lately," said Gwen, looking at the growing tent in my towel, "when I take a shower I think about what happened in there and I sort of relive it and...take care of myself. And I squirt conditioner on my stomach because it looks like your..." she stopped speaking, embarrassed.

"Oh lord, I see," I said." My cock was unmistakably rock hard now. Gwen and I looked at the huge tent in my towel. I looked back up at her. "You think you can find a less expensive way to take care of yourself? That habit's going to cost a fortune."

"Did you have something particular in mind?" said Gwen.

I was speechless. I just looked at my towel covered cock, and at her.

"You have a container of something less expensive right there," she said.

"You want to do that again?" I asked. I could not believe this was happening. Never in a million years did I expect to be in this situation, with Gwen.

"Maybe -- do you want to?" she said.

She didn't need an answer. The state of my cock answered her question. "Wouldn't that be wrong, though?" I said.

"We wouldn't need to touch each other like last time," said Gwen. "We're just taking care of ourselves, but together. I mean, we've already seen each other naked, and we're not doing anything we haven't already done. Given that circumstance, I don't see how it would be wrong."

I knew this had to be wrong but I was incapable of reasoning with her, primarily because I really wanted to do what she was suggesting. I heard my own reply as if I were listening to someone else speaking. "Okay, let's go to the bathroom."

As soon as we got inside I closed the door, locked it and removed my towel. I wanted Gwen to see my cock again.

Gwen turned around and looked at me. "God, that looks good," she said, staring at my cock. Wasting no time, she took off her PJs and was suddenly naked. No underwear.

"Let's stay out of the shower, it's safer out here," I said.

"Good idea," said Gwen.

"I forgot just how much I love looking at you, I didn't think I would ever see you like this again," I said. I was stroking my cock openly, and she was staring at me doing it.

"Really? said Gwen. You like my body? You like my tits?" She held her jiggling tits in her hands, kneading each nipple between thumb and finger.