Strange feature of family house spurs sibling shenanigans.
This is a work of fiction. All persons are 18 or older.
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Excerpts from the diary of Lori Martin.
9/15 Sun
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Holy shit. I'm so excited. This is the juiciest confession I've ever made by far -- the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. Just how it happened is a bit of a long story, so bear with me.
I never mentioned this before: Our house has a unique feature we call the Flap. The Flap is a secret entrance -- an entrance that was installed by the previous owner before Mom and Dad bought the house, before Ken and I were born. It's a custom made doggy door in Ken's room, sized for a large dog. It opens to the side of the house, onto a walkway between the kitchen door and the rear of the house.
It's always been bolted shut, but Ken, you know him by now, he secretly opened it up when we were little. I eventually discovered the source of Ken's talent for disappearing and then we both used it, keeping it secret from everyone else. It used to be the perfect size for us to jump in and out of to elude and deceive our friends, and Mom and Dad.
Not that we used it together. We did no such thing. He may be my brother, but Ken and I aren't friends, you know that. We're almost strangers. We never hang out together and we have no shared friends. We dislike each other. We barely tolerate one another when forced to be in the same room. It's his fault. He's never said a kind word to me, so I can't be expected to treat him any differently. Sure, he's only a year older but he came first, it's his job to be decent to me in the first place. But I digress.
The Flap fell into disuse when we became teens, or so I thought, ever since we grew too big to get through it quickly. The top of the flap is waist-high now when viewed from Ken's room, and reaches a little over the top of my head when viewed from outside. A small bookcase stands in front of it these days.
Andrea and Mary came over to hang out around the pool with me today. We went out back to find Ken in the pool, swimming laps. Andrea and Mary shared knowing smiles as they checked out his body while we arranged our lounge chairs and towels.
Fucking annoying. But I guess I couldn't really blame them. Ken's good looking, just like me. We share the same dark brown hair and eyes, and light skin. We're also both small boned, slightly shorter than average, on the thin side, and we both keep our bodies in good shape. But still, fucking annoying. They're my friends, not his.
Ken got out of the pool, grabbed his towel and started drying off. Mary and Andrea said their smiling hellos and Ken responded back, cool as could be. Awkward for me, I guess not for them. The jerk should have left already.
I think I mentioned before that Andrea's one of the prettiest girls in school. She has a build like mine but has light brown hair, and she's an incorrigible flirt. Mary has naturally blonde hair and she's a bit shorter and slightly too skinny, but guys like her and her cute face just fine. She's the shiest of the three of us, though she has her moments.
Ken turned to go into the house and would have left then, but Andrea just had to stop him and ask him to put tanning lotion on her back. She just turned right over onto her stomach and held the lotion out to him. Ken took it, sat on the edge of her lounge chair and rubbed it all over her. And then, looking straight at me, she reaches back and tugs on the tie of her bikini top, releasing it.
"I don't want tan lines back there," she said, with that giggle I usually liked but suddenly didn't. I sat there watching my brother rub the lotion into her upper back thoroughly, from the top of her shoulders, over her shoulder blades and down to her waist. They looked good together -- two beautiful creatures, male and female -- which only ticked me off more. He finished her off with a "There you go," and I thought we were finally free of him.
No such luck. Mary finds her courage and chirps, "My turn," gets into the same position as Andrea and releases the tie of her bikini top. Ken put lotion on her pale, skinny body too, of course.
But is that the end of it? No. Andrea wasn't done. "Go ahead and do the same for Lori. You don't want your sister to burn her back, do you?" she said. They were both smiling, looking at me and Ken.
Somehow I would have felt guilty refusing, as if I would have lost some unspoken argument between me and my friends, so I turned onto my stomach and slowly pulled the tie of my bikini top loose, imitating what my friends did. I made sure to turn my head away from my friends so they couldn't see my face and I couldn't see theirs.
Ken sat on my lounge chair and started rubbing lotion onto my back. I was surprised at how good his hands felt on my skin. I found myself wishing my friends weren't there. He seemed on the verge of massaging me, but stopped just short of that. Once my shoulders were done he started in on my shoulder blades, covering my skin thoroughly and pressing his thumbs between my shoulder blades and spine, like a massage. His hands travelled closer to my sides and I thrilled as I felt his fingertips against the sides of my tits. He didn't linger but he didn't shy away either. He was all business, but it felt good. His hands continued rubbing me down to my waist and a little below, all the way to the top hem of my hip hugger bikini bottom. Just before he finished I felt him give me a little squeeze around the waist, and then his touch was gone.
Andrea decided to embarrass me then, saying "Don't his hands feel good, Lori? If I were you I'd make Ken do that every day."
"He wishes," I said to her. "Don't go getting ideas, perv," I said to Ken.
"Don't worry, Quasimodo," he said, finally getting up and leaving through the sliding glass door. He didn't bother to finish drying off, he just held his towel against his wet chest and dripped all the way in.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the peace that followed. The California sun and the occasional cool breeze felt relaxing. I relived the feeling of Ken's hands in the privacy of my thoughts. After some time I was brought back to reality by Mary, who wanted something cold to drink.
I retied my top and told them I'd be back with sodas. Instead of using the sliding glass door I turned left and walked around the perimeter of the house toward the kitchen door.
After rounding the corner and disappearing from my friends' sight I stopped abruptly in front of the Flap, frozen in disbelief, trying to comprehend what I was seeing. The Flap was gone, leaving the hole to Ken's room open. Ken stood naked in his room, yet right in front of me, less than a foot away, vigorously pumping his erect cock with his hand. He was obviously getting off on looking at my friends through his rear facing window. Somehow he must have also been getting a thrill out of jacking off through the hole, because the hole and the window were perpendicular to each other and he stood facing me and the hole, not the window.
I realized that Ken had no way of knowing he was caught, no way of knowing I was there, as long as I remained completely quiet. To him it must have looked like I entered the house through the sliding glass door. He stood too close to the hole to see through it. I relaxed a bit and moved as close to him as I could to watch him masturbate.
I watched Ken pumping his cock directly in front of me, less than a foot from my face. It was thick and darker than the pale skin of his stomach and strong thighs. So were his balls, which were completely shaved. Sparse dark curls of hair ran in a line down the center of his flat stomach, from his navel to his thick pubic hair, which was cut short. The tip of his cock, along with a third of the shaft, was more pink than the rest. No foreskin -- he was circumcised. The smooth, mushroom-shaped head looked so big, I wondered if he would knot me like a dog if he were inside my pussy.
I felt my pussy flush and slipped a hand inside my bikini bottoms to rub myself, staring at the delicious sight in front of me. I decided I wanted to see him cum. I was nervous, shaking and more turned on than I had ever been. It took some effort to remain completely silent while mauling my excited pussy but I managed it.
I noticed his cock starting to throb and was in the middle of silently mouthing, "Wow," when a stream of cum shot directly into my mouth and over my lower lip and chin. I flinched, turning my head to the right, and felt the next two spurts hit my left cheek and ear. Instinctively, I turned my head the other way and felt two more spurts hit my face, across my nose, mouth and right cheek. I felt a light sprinkle of cum across my body as I watched him shake his cock free of the cum that still clung to him.
I felt like someone dumped a bucket of cold water on me. I did not think that through. I have no idea how I managed to stay quiet through my shock, but thankfully I did. My only concern at this point was getting into the bathroom without anyone seeing me covered in cum. I tiptoed to the kitchen door and carefully opened it, entering and closing it behind me as quietly as possible. Next, I snuck down the hallway, praying that I wouldn't see my brother's bedroom door open before I got to the bathroom door at the hallway's end. A sense of relief came over me as I made it into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Boy, was I a mess! The cum ranged from just under my eyes down to my chin. I didn't think boys came that much! My body had little flecks of cum on it too, from clavicle to tummy. And my hair. I looked at the line of cum from my lips to the bottom of my chin where it dripped off and noticed the salty taste in my mouth. Ken came in my mouth! I swallowed his cum without even thinking about it! There was so much going on, I didn't remember doing it. I wondered how much of the taste in my mouth was his cum and how much was my imagination. Watching myself in the bathroom mirror, I licked the cum from my upper lip and tasted it. Yes, it was salty, creamy and sexy. Ken's cum tasted delicious to me. The taste of Ken. The taste of sex. The taste of my desire for him and his cock.
I was soaking wet again. I slid my bikini bottoms down my legs and jammed a finger in my pussy, rubbing myself with my whole hand while pinching a nipple with the other. I watched my tongue lick all around my lips again, watched a bit of my brother's white goo stick to my pink tongue, tasted the salty cum in my mouth again and the orgasm hit me. Still rubbing myself, I removed my hand from my nipple and started pushing the cum on my cheeks, nose and chin over my lips, watching myself in the mirror as my brother's cum disappeared into my mouth until it was all gone.
I replayed the entire experience in my mind: the feel of Ken's hands on me, watching his cock so close to my face, and his cum shooting in my mouth and all over my face.
I imagined what it would be like to have his hands all over my naked body, rubbing me everywhere. I imagined running my hands through the hair on his chest and stomach, and holding his lovely cock in my hands. I imagined sucking that cock, looking into his eyes with it in my mouth, drinking the delicious cum directly from the source, and how it would feel to do all of that while Andrea and Mary watched.
