The Rec Room

A Note to my readers.

Thank YOU!

I never planned on this being a multi-part story, but you all had different ideas, and so at your request, I have made plans to make this about a four-part story.

Thank you all for your kind words and appreciation for this, what I consider my art and your ideas. They are all appreciated.

That said... I will also start adding the disclaimers that someone suggested.

The following story contains explicit content, including scenes of a sexual nature intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. All characters depicted in this work are fictional and over the age of consent. The story may explore themes of intimacy, sexuality that might be considered taboo, erotic themes, cheating, mild non-consensual themes, a hamster, shrubbery, sensuality, and romance. It is intended for entertainment purposes only and does not condone, promote or endorse any real-life actions or behaviors. Please respect personal boundaries and preferences while engaging with this material.

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Jeff had only been home from college for a few days, and his head was still reeling from all the changes that his stepdad had made to the house. The fact that he had turned his old room into the family rec room was only a part of it.

The garage that the rec room was over had been turned into a full-on shop, and a new building was being built across the way that was going to be a new five-car garage for Paul's and Jeff's mom's cars, as well as one for Misty and Taylor, Misty's older sister, who was also at college but on the other side of the country.

The best part about the changes that Paul, Jeff's stepfather, made was to the bathroom in the rec room. Before, it was only a little toilet and sink affair, not much bigger than a small closet. Now, it was a complete bathroom with a sink, toilet, and full shower.

Since Paul's mom would occasionally stay up here and she had a fake leg, he had a seat built into the shower, so it was a very comfortable layout.

Jeff put on his running shorts and a light shirt and went down the stairs. As he was walking out, he ran into Paul, Angel, his Mom, and Misty. They were all heading to the car.

Paul yelled, "Hey Jeff, we are going into town to pick up some food for tonight. You wanna join us?"

"No, I need to get my run in; I'll see you when you get back."

Paul nodded, "OK, have fun."

They all got in the car and took off.

As Jeff watched them leave, he thought about the incident upstairs with Misty. Since that day she had made no other moves on him and had acted like nothing had ever even happened. She was so convincing about it that even he was wondering if maybe he had had some psychotic break and imagined it all.

WIth that thought still on his mind, he started his jog. The neighborhood was pretty laid back. It was on the outskirts of town and pretty new with most of the houses being built in the late nineties or early two-thousands and all of them on large pieces of property, about an acre or more each.

Rounding the corner to one of the side streets, he saw a family drive by. Two of the people waved at him, and he heard one of them yell, "Hey Jeff!" He waved back. He could not remember their names, but he could recall that they had been there at his going-away party last year.

Jeff ran a solid five-mile circuit, then stopped in the little park down the street from his house and did some more exercises. After that, he jogged the rest of the way home. All in all, he was gone for just under two hours.

As he approached the house, he did not see their car yet, so he figured they were still in town and probably getting something for lunch at this time. He got to the door and went inside, but this time, he walked into the main part of the house and into the kitchen.

He grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge and a glass and drank two glasses. He put the glass in the sink and headed to the rec room. When he got there, he took his shirt off and stretched, closing his eyes as he did so and enjoying the cool air feeling after the sweaty shirt on.

He jumped a little when he felt the hand on his chest, and when he looked, he saw Misty standing in front of him, completely naked. She was gently stroking his chest.

"Jesus Christ, Misty. What the hell are you, some kind of damn Ninja?"

She stepped closer to him and smiled, "Nope. I'm just a little, unassuming gal, and have a light step." She put her head against his chest and inhaled deeply, "You smell good after you've been working out and I like that you don't have chest hair."

Jeff sighed and put his arms around her, "You've been so cool with me since the thing we did up here, I was thinking that you were upset about it."

"No, Jeffy." She squeezed him, "Mom had me doing all sorts of stuff and I did not have any free time to get away."

She moved her head a little and took one of his nipples into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as she stroked and pinched the other one.

He stroked her head as she worked on him. He looked down at her and there was something incredibly erotic about how she was suckling his nipple, pulling on it with the suction of her mouth and flicking it with her tongue, while her eyes were closed and looking like she was lost in her own little heaven.

She opened her eyes and saw him watching her and grinned, "What are you looking at, silly? Haven't you ever seen a woman enjoying the taste of her man?"

"So. I'm yours?" He asked, returning the smile.

She shrugged and tilted her head, "Well, as often as I can have you, you are. I mean it's not like we are REALLY related."

She slid her hand down the front of his jogging shorts, "Ooh... no underwear?"

Jeff shook his head, "I don't like wearing them when I run. They bunch up and get in the way."

"You know they make jock-straps, right?"

He nodded, "I don't like them."

She continued to stroke his rapidly hardening dick, "I think they are sexy."

He laughed, "You've never had to wear one for a prolonged period of time."

She worked her hands around his shorts and pulled them down, his dick popping up in her face as she did so. "Oops... there's my Jock in a Box again." and she kissed the tip lightly as she pulled them all the way down.

"What ARE you doing at home anyway?" Jeff asked, "I know I saw you get in the car with them and take off."

She stood back up and stepped back to look at him. Then grimaced and put her hand on her belly and groaned, "Oh, Momma... I'm having cramps. You know." Then she winked at him. "They brought me back home and then took off without me."

He laughed, "You are a conniving little bitch, aren't you?"

She smiled like he had just given her the biggest compliment of her life and curtsied a little. Then she stepped back a couple of steps and looked him over again. "Big brother, you have got a nice body." She walked back over to him, reached down, and cupped his balls. "You have a little problem, though."

"What's that?"

She ran off to the bathroom, "Stay right there! Oh... and close your eyes."

Jeff stood... right there. He closed his eyes. He could feel his dick bobbing in the air as she rummaged around in the bathroom.

About a minute later, he heard her coming back out and doing something near him, and then he felt something cool and creamy on his balls and the surrounding area. He opened his eyes and looked down to see her on her knees and his crotch covered in shaving cream.

"Shit, what are you doing?" He backed up a step or two.

She crawled after him, "Just relax; you have too much hair. I think men look better with it shaved." She got back to him and began rubbing the cream around on him, then looked up, "Don't move around; otherwise, we could see some blood."

He looked behind himself and then told her, "Fine, but let me lean against the wall." He took two steps back and let his body rest against the wall. "When will Mom and Paul be back?"

Again, she looked at him, "You know you can call him dad, right?"

He sighed, "In time... but yes, I know."

"They are going to be a while, maybe three or more hours." She lifted his balls and shaved behind them, then worked her way forward under them. "They were going to get the brakes done, then Costco, then get dinner and home."

She continued gently shaving him, then wiping the razor on a towel every now and then. At first, when she had come after him with the razor, he had gotten soft almost immediately. But now, as she lifted his balls and moved them around and repositioned his penis as she shaved around it, he was hard as hell.

Jeff leaned his head back against the wall, taking deep breaths and trying not to cum, as she unintentionally brought him closer and closer to an orgasm.

"You seem to be enjoying this." She said as she was finishing up. "Almost done."

"So am I." He said as he felt her make the final swipes with the razor and then started wiping him off with the towel.

The wiping was the last straw and with a grunt, he began shooting a load. He looked down in time to see her yelp as a blast caught her in the mouth, then as rope after rope of his cum shot her in the face and neck.

"Jeffy!" She yelped again as a jet caught her right in the eye and then yet another in the mouth as she yelled at him. She grabbed his dick and stroked him so that he would get the most out of it as the final spurts came out.

"I'm sorry, Mist. I did not realize I was so close." He watched as she stood and looked at him. Her face contorted in mock disgust. He started to laugh, though, as he looked at her. "You look like you lost a fight with a bowl of tapioca pudding!"

She stepped forward, still looking up at him sternly, "You should know, after last time, I am not afraid to share." Then she pulled his head down to meet her lips. His cum was still in her mouth as she did so.

He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. He could feel her small breast, also covered with his cum, pressed against him as he returned her kiss, not minding the taste of his own seed as she shared it.

As he held her, he started walking with her.

Misty took this as a cue to wrap her legs around him and looked around. "Where are we going?"

He stepped over a box of tools still on the floor and looked at her. "We both need a shower and since we have some time to ourselves, I thought we would just take care of that issue up here."

She grinned broadly, "Nice."

When they got in the bathroom, he put her down and stepped back.

"Wow." She exclaimed, "You have a good recovery time, big brother." As she reached out and touched his slowly growing erection.

He shrugged, "I only seem to have had that gift since you started molesting me, Mist." He reached in and turned on the water, letting it get hot.

"Jeffy..." she said, and he could hear that it was leading to a question. "You have a girlfriend, right?"

He nodded, "Yeah, Trisha." Then he paused, "I suppose that she is more of an on-again-off-again girlfriend, though. Why do you ask?"

"I'm just curious, I suppose." Then she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. "I have had a few boyfriends, but they all seem to have the same issue with me."

Jeff walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, "What's that?"

She shrugged, "They tell me I look like I'm a little girl. Scott told me I look like I am twelve."

Their reflection was slowly disappearing as the steam from the shower fogged up the glass, so he turned her around and looked at her. She did look younger than she was, and he could see how anyone who did not know her well would think that she was younger than eighteen.

As he looked at her, he realized exactly how pretty she was and reached up and wiped some of his remaining cum off her cheek. "You are beautiful, Mist. And I never thought I would hear myself saying this, but you are a sexy woman, too."

She smiled, "Thank you, Jeff." Then she hugged him. "I've also been accused by Tommy that I am a bit of a slut, and I am not sure I can argue that one. There are times I cannot get enough, you know?"

He broke the hug and said, "You do seem like you are a little extra... Horny... for your age. Let's get in the shower before the hot water is all gone."

The shower was big, bigger than he would have expected for just being a part of the rec room, but then he remembered that Paul had had it built for his mother's needs and her disability. After they got in, he sat on the seat and watched as Misty washed herself.

She turned around and saw him looking at her, then grinned and sort of blushed, "I did not realize that I was putting on a show."

He looked at her, her body covered in soap and slick with it and the water. He smiled and pointed to his lap, "I'm giving you a standing ovation!"

She nodded, smiling, "So you are." And she continued the show, now being sure to play more to the audience.

As he watched her, she slowly soaped herself up, then rinsed her breasts and worked her way down to her pussy. She put a little more soap on her hand and caressed herself, letting her fingers wander their way in between the folds of her perfect little lips as she did this.

Using her other hand she reached up and began massaging her breasts, stopping occasionally to pinch or tug on one of her nipples, all the while watching Jeff as he sat there watching her. She let out a little gasp and she pushed two, then three of her fingers into herself and began pumping them harder and harder.

"Hmph..." she moaned in frustration, then looked at Jeff with urgency, "Jeffy, it's not enough, I need you."

He stood, already more than ready to help. He was so turned on by what he had been watching that his dick felt like it had a mind of its own. He turned her to face her and pressed her back against the shower wall then took her hands and placed them on the handicap rails and moved in as she spread her legs.

Their lips met as he began kissing her, and she returned the kiss with an animalistic need. His dick was now throbbing against her belly between them as he pressed against her. He felt her raising herself up so that her ass was on the rails and he helped her up, then she put her feet on the edge of the tub, behind him, to support herself. This brought her up to the right height and allowed him the perfect access and he felt himself at the entrance of her pussy, the head of his dick rubbing at the soft lips.

She sighed, and in between breaths panted, "Please fuck me."

Jeff guided himself into her and then thrust as far as he could go. She was slick with the combination of her own juices and the soap from her little show so he felt no resistance as he penetrated her. He looked into her eyes as he held himself there, fully within her, just enjoying the feeling of her warmth wrapped around his dick and the new sensation of his hairless skin on hers.

Slowly at first, he started thrusting, with long, slow strokes, each one using the entire length of his cock. Pulling out until the head was the only thing left within her, then pushing back in again. Each time his push himself into her, he felt her trying to match the effort, to push into him. She was letting out little frustrated grunts each time.

"Oh god, Jeffy, harder, please. Stop teasing me." She looked at him pleadingly, and they watched each other as he thrust himself into her faster and faster, the sound of the water and soap smacking between them, the water coursing down his back, her hands and nails digging into him, making the whole thing seem surreal to him.

She reached up and pulled him to her, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. It felt like she was fucking his mouth with her tongue as he fucked her with his dick. He was in heaven and did not want it to end. He found himself willing his body not to have an orgasm yet, concentrating on holding as long as he could.

Then he felt the tell-tale sign of her orgasm when her body stiffen, she grabbed him and held him as tight as she could, pressing herself into him and finally letting out a cry, "Oh... oh... " as her body tensed up. She let out little spasms of air as she came almost sounding like sobs.

Even though he could feel the walls of her pussy gripping him tighter as it contracted and throbbed through her orgasm, he found that he was still able to keep going, so he increased his rhythm, pumping harder than he was used to. He had moved both his hands back down and was holding the rail, using it as leverage to thrust into her with all his strength, and also to keep himself from slipping in the tub.

She was now just making little grunting sounds as he fucked her harder than he had ever gone at it with any woman. Finally, he felt himself peak, and she must have felt it happening to, because once again she tightened up and grunted out a guttural, "ohmygod..." as a single word as he erupted inside her, each one of his thrusts felt like it pumped a little more of his life into her.

They stayed like that for some time, slowly letting the euphoria die as they came down from their shared orgasm and then he slowly pulled out of her. She looked at him for a moment, then embraced him. They stayed like that for several minutes before he kissed the top of her head and said, "Let's finish the shower."

They both took turns cleaning each other off, then got out of the shower. Toweled off and stepped out of the bathroom.

Misty took his hand and led him over to his bed, and they both lay down. She curled up next to him and rested her head on his chest and gently stroked his abdomen and the area where his pubic hair used to be.

"How does it feel?" She asked, patting the now naked skin above his dick.

"Strange." He chuckled. "Kind of cold."

She laughed, "If you keep it like this, you'll get used to it. Taylor should have done it for you."

"Taylor? You mean our sister?"

She shifted and looked up at him. "Yeah, she does waxing. She was a cosmologist while attending school." then she reached down and touched herself, "She waxes me every time she is home." She blushed a little, "I don't TELL her this, but I usually have an orgasm when she does."

Again she looked up at him, "She'll be here in a few days and will wax me then." She grinned, "You want to watch?"

"Uh... how will Taylor feel about that?"

She put her head back on his chest again, "She's fine with it." She yawned, "She already knows we're fucking."

"Huh? What?"

Yawning again, she said, "Chill, she's kewl."

Jeff shook his head, "Damn, Sis." He put his hand on her head and gently stroked her hair. After a few moments he heard her lightly snoring, so he reached over and pulled the blanket over them both.

Jeff awoke with a start, it was the door to the rec room closing and he heard Paul singing some 80s song as he came up the stairs. In a panic he looked around, he had to get Misty out of the bed fast.

But she was not there. He looked around and sat up, he could not see any sign of her.

"Hey son... What are you doing in bed? Are you feeling OK?" Paul asked as he came up the stairs and into the room.

Jeff nodded, "Yeah, I guess I was just extra tired after my run, so I took a shower and laid down." He threw his legs over the side of the bed making sure to keep himself covered, "I did not expect to fall asleep."

Paul laughed, then asked, "Have you seen your sister?"

"No, I thought she was with you." Jeff lied.

He shook his head as he turned to head back out, "No, she was not feeling well, so we brought her back. She must be in her room, but I thought I would check here first." He smiled and pointed at Jeff with a smile, "She seems to have really bonded to you since you've come back." Then he trotted down the stairs.

After the door closed, he called out, "Mist? Are you still here?"