The Apartment

Disclaimer:

All characters in this work are completely fictional; any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental; each character is at least 18 years old or older.

This is Part 3 of the story. As I said in Part 1, this is the last part that I have officially prepared to publish. I started writing this story over a year ago. I was hoping to have more written by now, hence why the story may feel unfinished; and I was hoping to have started publishing it a couple weeks ago, hence why the timing in the story is a little off from today.

If you think there should be more to this story, then please be sure to comment and let me know what you think should happen next. What was written up to now took over a year to write, so I can't promise any more parts will be written in a timely manner, however. Again, I'll give credit to any inspirations.

Thank you for reading and for your continued interest.

New routine

A week goes by. Clarice hasn't asked me to shower with her again, but I hope she will. Perhaps it really was just a ploy to help her set me up with one of her girlfriends.

After that shower, though, life in the apartment changed for the better. I too parade around the apartment in my nothingness in the morning, now greeting my beautiful sister every morning with a big smile and hard prick, which noticeably twitches every time I look at her. We eat breakfast together naked, and it's always upsetting when breakfast is finished and we have to put clothes on and get ready for the day.

Not only do we eat breakfast together naked, we've also started eating dinner naked too. On Wednesday, after dinner I joined her in being naked on the couch. On Thursday I decided to get naked with Clarice before dinner was made. That was really nice. On Friday I removed my clothing as soon as I got home, and later greeted Clarice, in my nakedness, when she got home and then promptly removed her clothing like usual. We spent the rest of the evening naked together until she got dressed to go out for the night. I was rock hard for her every second.

Gina was certainly caught off guard this Friday night when both Clarice and I were naked when she came over. I overheard them in Clarice's bedroom.

"What the hell happens in this apartment when you guys are alone?" Gina asked, mild concern in her voice.

"What are you talking about? We're brother and sister. For Christ's sake, Gina!" Clarice said, defending our nudity. Her response was playful, though, making it sound like her and I are completely innocent in everything we do in this apartment.

Now it's Saturday morning, 9:28, just before Clarice typically emerges from her bedroom on weekend mornings. I jerked off every night of the week thinking about her. I jerked off while she was out last night and again while listening to her during her time with last night's loverboy. It hasn't been enough.

I decided to explicitly show Clarice how she makes me feel, to see if she will catch on at all, without me having to tell her.

I'm jerking off on the recliner, which faces Clarice's door from across the living room. I'm holding off until she comes out of her bedroom. I'm too scared to tell her how I feel, but at least I can show her.

When she comes out, she'll have a great view of my hand on my dick, my balls contracting as my cum erupts forth. I've been jerking myself for the past half hour, really getting myself worked up, to make sure it's a really good one with multiple powerful shots of cum in her direction. Multiple times I have had to outright stop jerking and remove my hand because I want to cum so badly, but I couldn't yet. Now, it's almost time. I check my phone. A few more seconds until 9:30. Now I get deeply nervous. Three. What will she think? Two. Will she know it's for her? One. There's no going back. Now!

I give myself permission to let my excitement take over. I feel the familiar stirring in my groin, its power building as I work my cock furiously. Seconds go by. Where is Clarice? It is too late to stop what's in motion. What's taking her so long? God, here it comes! Where. Is. Clarice??

Her door opens. She notices me as she puts one foot through the threshold. She stops. Her left hand on the door frame, her right hand still on the door handle. There's a startled look on her face. My view of Clarice in all her naked, well-fucked glory is unobstructed: bed head, tan skin, full breasts, shaved pussy. It's perfect. She's perfect.

My cum shoots out with more power than I've ever seen, as if it were trying to fly across the almost 20 feet to reach Clarice. The second shot falls shorter. The next, even shorter. My orgasm washes over me. My eyes go out of focus.

"Jake, what the hell?" Clarice asks with a disappointed whine.

Shit. Frightened, I blink my eyes to refocus. Is she mad at me? Of course she is. I figured this was a bad idea. Why did I ever think this was a good idea? My face is flush, my heart is pounding with fear, guilt, shame.

Clarice walks towards me, gesturing to the floor. "I get it that you have to jerk off sometimes, but can you please not make a big mess of it in the living room?" She heads to the kitchen.

That is not what I was expecting. I don't know what I really should have expected, but I'm glad that's not a worse reaction to my deeds. I take a deep breath, trying my best to calm down.

I get up from the armchair. "You're right. I'm sorry, Clare," I say. "I got a little too carried away." I watch her grab paper towels and cleaning spray and come back towards me. I tell her, "It's my mess, I'll take care of it," holding out my hands for the paper towels and the bottle.

"Yeah, as if I was going to be the one to clean it up," she quips, sarcastically, handing me the paper towels and bottle. She steps towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower. I was going to ask you to join me, but it looks like you'll be busy for a bit. Make sure it's spotless out here," she circles her finger in the general direction of the living room. With that, she closes the door behind her.

Well, I definitely wouldn't have made this mess if I had known that! Damn.

I hear the water turn on as I begin to wipe up spots of cum on the floor. I even hit the side of the coffee table, and it ran down the side. And a lot got on the armchair. Hopefully, that won't leave a stain that's so noticeable. I was a bit reckless with that whole endeavor, wasn't I? It could've gone worse, though, that's for sure.

When I'm done cleaning, I start whipping together an omelet to make it up to Clarice. I am still cooking by the time she comes out of the bathroom.

When Clarice comes into the kitchen, I tell her, "Everything's clean now. Plus, I'm making omelets to make it up to you."

"Aw, thanks, Jake!" She puts her hand on my arm and reaches up on her toes to kiss my left cheek. Her bare right breast presses into my bicep. I think it's safe to say she isn't so upset with me about what happened.

"You're welcome. Again, I'm really sorry you had to see that," I say, doing my best to sound sincere. I mean, that was what I wanted her to see. Only, my actions were not interpreted the way I was hoping. In hindsight, I should have expected that to happen.

"I'm not that upset about it, you know. Just, try to reserve your bedroom for masturbating, okay? Those kinds of messes are more disgusting in public areas, including the bathroom."

Is it okay as long as I am cumming for you? Because I love you? Because you're gorgeous and amazing and perfect and everything I want in a woman?

I return my attention to the omelets in the frying pan. I do my best to sound guilty. "Yeah. Alright. Wanna grab some plates for me?"

"Sure thing."

Clarice gets out two plates and a couple glasses. I put the omelets on the plates and she takes out the orange juice. We sit down to eat at the table, like usual. However, breakfast this morning is quieter than usual.

My plan this morning didn't work. Clearly. How can I get her to know how I feel? I guess I will just have to use my words next time.

Cuddle time:

We are approaching the halfway point of the fall semester. It is mid-October now. Each night is colder than the last. Clarice and I cannot go on as long with being naked in the apartment. But we also don't want to rack up a large heating bill. This week, Clarice has started putting on pajamas to wear outside her bedroom as the evening gets colder, which includes a long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. Once she gets clothes on, I follow not far behind.

It's Wednesday night, just after dinner. Clarice and I are on opposite ends of the couch, naked, watching some rerun on the television. Clare is on the end closest to her bedroom. I noticed the temperature has dropped significantly over the last 20 minutes. Every few minutes Clarice has changed her position on the couch to bring her limbs closer to torso, holding on to a throw pillow. Her nipples are hard from the cold.

"I'll be right back." Clarice gets up from the couch and takes a step towards her bedroom.

"Are you putting on pajamas?" I ask quickly, trying not to whine about it.

"Yeah." She turns to me. "I don't want my girls to freeze off," she says, cupping her tits and bouncing them under her palms. Clare drops her hands and turns back towards her bedroom.

"Uh," I let out in her direction, to get her attention. I don't want her to put clothes on.

My sister stops and looks at me again.

I don't even know what to say. I'm willing to do anything as long as it means Clarice won't put more layers on. I need to think quickly.

"What if... Uh...," I look around in front of me for an answer. "Would you want to... Uh...," my eyes settle on the couch, my thoughts settle on an idea. "Cuddle... Instead?" I ask. My eyes look up to her face.

"Sure," Clarice shrugs. "Let me get a blanket, though." She goes and retrieves a thick blanket from her bedroom.

Clarice sets the blanket on the floor, just in front of the couch. She props a pillow on the end of the couch.

"Stand up real quick?" Clarice asks.

I stand up. I watch as she lays her body along the couch: her head on the propped up pillow; her right leg bent, leaning on the back of the sofa; her left leg spread wide, bent at the knee with her calf and foot hanging off.

"Okay, lay down," Clare says.

I have a confused look on my face. "How... What?" I ask.

"Lay down on top of me. Like, put your head here," she explains, pointing to her sternum.

I get my left knee on the cushions, pressed up against the back cushions. My left hand is on the back of the couch. Just before I lean forward, to begin resting my body down, I look at my sister. I only now realize her legs are spread, leaving her bare pussy on full display right in front of me. My semi-inflated cock begins to harden.

I realize how long I've been staring and pull myself out of my daze and see her face. She looks impatient.

"Hurry up. I'm getting cold," Clare says.

I continue falling forward onto her. I get both hands pressing on the cushions on each side of her. Then, down to my elbows. Finally, I put my right knee on the cushions.

"Like this?" I ask, lowering my torso. I put all of my weight on her. Her skin is warm against mine.

"Perfect," she says. Clarice reaches to the floor with her left hand to bring up the blanket. Her right leg slides down the couch, next to my left leg.

She reaches around my head with her right hand to grab hold of the blanket and open it up. I feel it hit my back. She flings it over us. I try to grab the blanket as it is behind me. We do our best to kick it into place, to cover us.

"How's this for cuddling?" I ask. I'm looking at her. My head is up, bent at the neck, hovering just over her chest, less than a foot from her face.

"It's better than being cold. Now we can watch the show," she says.

My arms are not positioned very comfortably. I have my elbows under her shoulders, resting on either side of the pillow behind Clarice's head, with my hands over the arm. My feet are resting up on the other arm of the couch. I don't want to complain about our cuddling position, though. I let my head rest on her chest, left ear to her sternum.

This is not the first time our naked bodies have been pressed together, but this is the first time we have been pressed together in a nude, horizontal position. With our unclothed bodies in direct contact, in a matter of minutes the heat begins to build under the blanket.

"Are you warm?" I ask, without lifting my head.

"Mmhmm," is Clare's only response.

Clarice's left tit is right in front of my face. Gravity pulls the weight of it away from me, but I can still see her nipple. It's no longer hard. My lips lay on the flesh of the mound, merely inches away from the pink flower. My body begins to react to our closeness. My dick is pressed firmly against the cushions, hardening, straining, pointing away from Clare's pussy. If I were to lift up, it would spring forward, towards its most desired target.

I try to pay attention to the television. The episode goes on and comes to an end. As the next program begins, I notice I can hear Clare's heartbeat. It's slow and steady.

"I can hear your heart," I say softly.

Clare doesn't respond.

After a minute, I whisper, "Clare?"

Nothing.

I gently lift my head off her chest to look at her.

Her eyes are closed. Her mouth is slightly open. Clarice fell asleep.

I take this opportunity to admire her beauty.

My eyes trail a path on her skin from her eyes to her cheek, to her soft lips; over her jaw, down her neck, between her collar bones; to her sternum right in front of me, slowly to her right breast, over the top and all the way around the areola, and finally to the soft nipple in the center. I note the little bumps on her areola. My eyes drift across her sternum to her left breast. Again, my gaze circles around her areola, taking in the sight of her whole breast, before resting on her nipple. I note the way the wispy little hairs on her skin catch the light from the television.

I look back up to Clarice's face. Her head still rests on the pillow, facing the television; her eyes still closed. I return my gaze to her chest. Being in this position with Clarice, being so in love with her, and not being certain of ever having this opportunity again, I give in to my desires.

My heart speeds up. My head moves down. I plant a soft, lingering kiss on the inside of her left breast. When my lips are removed, I once again look up at her face. Clarice still sleeps. I look down again and gently plant two more kisses on her left breast, each closer to the areola than the last. I look up again. There's no change from Clarice.

I know this is wrong. Clarice consented to my head being this close to her body, but she never consented to this. I'm naked, afraid, and nervous, but I can't help myself. She's perfect, I love her, and I've always wanted to do this. She'll surely wake up if I keep going. I'm immediately vulnerable to her reaction while I'm this close to her. If I do a good job, then maybe Clarice will actually enjoy it and there won't be a problem. I'm getting really sweaty under this blanket.

That's it. I will just keep going until Clarice reacts. God help me to do a good job for her.

My lips return to her left breast. I gently kiss my way around, going under the areola, slowly shifting my weight as I go. I heave her breast with my kisses, reaching as far outward as I can before quickly spiraling towards her nipple. I pull back and hang my tongue out. The tip of my tongue touches down an inch below her nipple. I slowly drag my tongue up and softly enclose her nipple with my mouth and suck as I pull off of her. A labored breath escapes Clarice's lips.

I return my lips to her breast to once again treat it with kisses, this time firmly planting them. I am eager to please her, and I want her to know it. My lips reach her nipple. It's soft. I trap her whole areola. My tongue circles aggressively around the nipple while I suck it into my mouth. I feel Clarice's hands slide up my back. I suckle her breast harder and her nipple hardens under my tongue. I lift away, sucking until the pull of gravity causes the last of Clare's nipple to escape me.

I briefly open my eyes to admire how Clarice's breast, covered in spit, glistens in the light of the television. Then I go back for more. I drag my tongue up around the right side, and then back for the left side of her nipple, finally taking it in my mouth and sucking as I run my tongue in a circle. I love knowing her nipple is hard because of my work. I give her one last good suck before I open my mouth as wide as I can and carefully rake my teeth across her skin. My jaws come together, closing her nipple between my teeth. Clarice lets out a quick, quiet, sharp gasp before trapping it between closed lips. Careful not to cause her any pain, I slowly drag my teeth up and away.

Clarice brings her left hand up to the back of my head, caressing it from my right side. Without looking up, and with my eyes closed, I kiss my way across her sternum. The gentle pressure from Clare's hand pushing me along tells me she is as eager to feel my mouth on her as I am.

My lips plant desperate kisses all over her breast in search of her right areola. Once I find it, I hold on, sucking it into my mouth. I feel Clare's right hand land slide up to my left shoulder. I flick my tongue back and forth on her nipple. Clarice runs the fingers of left hand through my hair; her right hand starts rubbing my back. When her right nipple hardens in my mouth, I softly rake my bottom teeth against it, then continue sucking on it more firmly. Clare's breathing is hard and steady. I release her nipple and run my tongue all over her breast: up the left side, up the middle over the nipple, up the right side; I'm like a kid with a quickly melting ice cream cone; across the underside, using my whole chin to heave her breast against my tongue, and I can taste the subtle hints of her sweat. The taste doesn't bother me; it's her taste; how could anything of hers ever bother me? I latch onto her nipple one last time and suck hard. Both of her hands now clasp my head to her breast.

I pull off of her and look up. Clare's already looking at me. Her lips are curled into a satisfied smile. I was right. She enjoyed it. I smile back at her. Her lips pucker and her hands pull my head towards her. Eagerly, quickly, I raise my body up to bring my lips to hers. The kiss is hot, wet, and filled with passion. Clarice brings her hands down and grips my shoulders. My hands are flat on the cushion on the sides of her shoulders.

Through the kiss I continue moving until my head is over hers. Clarice pulls her knees up to make room for my thighs. I lift my torso and my cock springs forward. The tip bounces into her vulva. Without breaking the kiss, I adjust my pelvis. I get my tip over her mound, laid across her mons pubis. Clare pulls her legs even higher. From here, I lower my hips and gently settle the underside of my dick against her slit. I have to keep some of my weight off her, or else this position won't be so comfortable down there. I can't tell if my member is hot or if that is heat coming off her sex. Just a slight adjustment and I would be entering her.

Clarice subtly opens her mouth wider and knocks with the tip of her tongue. I oblige and I meet her halfway. Our tongues dance together with each kiss. I begin sliding my cock on her slit in time to each kiss. Clare rests her feet on the backs of my thighs. I split her folds. Her warm juices lubricate the underside of my shaft. I stall the next kiss to let out a long breath and a soft moan against her parted lips. I kiss her again, this time pushing my tongue a little harder and Clare lets me into her mouth. She sucks on it each time I have to pull it away.