You Now I Need the Shower

Great. The shower was taken, again.

Tim didn't mind Carly, he just liked his house better before she lived in it. He lived in a two-bedroom with his girlfriend Vanessa. It'd just been the two of them for years until Carly moved in. She was Vanessa's little sister, eight years younger than her, and needed a place to stay while she attended college. Tim had always liked her, knowing her since she was just a kid, and agreed she could live there when Vanessa had asked.

He didn't mind having her around. She was fun and got along well with both of them. He'd certainly had a more active sex life before she was there, or at least louder, but they managed to make it work.

The problem was the shower.

The house Tim and Vanessa rented had two bathrooms, but only one of them had a shower. Vanessa had a long commute and always left about 90 minutes before Tim did. By the time Tim was up and getting ready Carly was in there getting ready for class. He'd asked her at least a dozen times to get up earlier so he could get ready on time, but more often than not he'd get up to get ready and find her in there.

He stood outside the bathroom door hearing the shower running. Normally he'd bang on the door and ask her to hurry up, but today he'd had it. He opened the door and walked in, not saying a word.

Carly was in the shower, visible but obscured through the glass door. Tim closed the door behind himself quietly then undressed. He threw his clothes on the ground next to hers then slid the shower door open and got in. Carly had been distracted with her head under the faucet but turned around quickly when Tim entered the shower.

"What the hell?" she asked, completely shocked.

"How many times have I told you I have to shower at this time? You know I've got to work."

"You can't just come in here. I'm naked," she said, covering herself as best she could with her arms. She was able to cover quite a bit. At 5'1", Carly was a full foot shorter than Tim, and a half foot shorter than her sister. She was the definition of petite, with a small frame, small breasts and a little waist.

"Yeah, me too," Tim said, grabbing the shower head and aiming the water at himself. "I've got to get ready."

"I was almost done! I've gotta leave too you know."

"Have you even soaped up yet?" Tim asked, looking her over.

"No, I was just about to."

"You weren't even trying to hurry! Here," Tim said, grabbing the soap. He put some in his hands, then began applying it to her back.

"What are you doing?" Carly asked, still covering herself up. Tim had his arms around her, and was feeling all over her back. He pulled her closer, rubbing her ass and getting in between her crack.

"Jesus..."

"Turn around," he said.

"What?" Carly asked, feeling Tim's dick getting hard against her leg.

"Turn around, I need to get your front."

Carly sighed, but did what he asked. This was so fucking weird. Tim grabbed more soap, then rubbed it on Carly's tight stomach. She was still trying to cover her tits and pussy. Tim grabbed her arms. Carly resisted a little, but Tim was much larger that she was, and he moved them to her sides. He then grabbed both of her small breasts in his hands and rubbed soap Over them. Carly did not like the way Tim was pinching her nipples, and certainly didn't like that her body was responding to his touch. She had a little crush on him when she was younger, when he'd first started dating her sister, but that was years ago. Now he was like family. This was wrong.

"You need to stop," she said, her breathing heavy.

"We're almost done. We both have to get ready."

Tim reached down with a soapy hand and rubbed between Carly's legs. She gasped and pushed her legs together, but he just kept his hand there, rubbing her pussy.

"I'll tell Vanessa," Carly said, reaching out to the shower wall to steady herself.

"No you won't," Tim said, and he was right. Carly was staying with them for free. If she said something to Vanessa, what would happen? Would they kick her out? Would Vanessa and Tim break up, and then what? They'd all move out? Could Vanessa afford a place for her and Carly without Tim? She didn't know, but she couldn't risk it. She needed to stay here for three more years.

"Please, I just want to go to class," Carly said, as Tim rubbed circles on her clit. He was so hard now, pressed against her ass.

"I just want to go to work, but I can't yet, because you're in here, and you haven't finished your shower yet."

He slid a finger inside her.

"Oh my god," she said, feeling him enter her.

"You're so wet," he said, fingering her, curling his finger inside her.

"I'm not, I mean, I don't..."

She didn't understand why her body was reacting this way. She didn't want her sister's boyfriend to be touching her like this. She didn't want to enjoy it.

Tim kept it up for a minute then let his finger slide out of Carly, teasing her clit again on the way out. He had his left arm around her, and used his right hand to grab his cock. He bent his knees to position himself better and positioned the head of his dick against Carly's cunt.

"Tim, please," she said looking back at him. "We can't."

"We're just gonna finish up," Tim said, and pushed inside of her.

"Oh fuck," Carly gasped and put her other hand against the wall. She'd had sex before, once, but he wasn't anywhere near as big as Tim, and those circumstances had been so different than this. She'd wanted that. She'd never wanted to have sex with her sister's boyfriend. Now he was inside of her, and he filled her so completely. The hot water was hitting them both and she had to look down to keep the water from getting in her eyes. His hands were on her hips and he was plunging into her over and over again. Why did it feel so good?

Tim couldn't believe what he was doing. He hadn't intended to fuck Carly. He hadn't really intended anything. He'd just been frustrated and wanted to do something about it. Now his girlfriend's sister's ass was slamming against him as he pushed into her over and over. He never liked shower sex. It was awkward and uncomfortable and the water was more annoying than helpful. It was something you did when you were younger, before you realized how much better beds were. Carly was younger though, and he liked this. He couldn't believe how good her pussy felt. Had Vanessa ever felt this good?

He knew he wasn't going to last long, and probably shouldn't anyway. They had places to be. He pounded Carly hard, much harder than he'd usually fuck her sister, letting Carly's moans and whimpers urge him on.

Carly fell forward, her face against the shower wall, and braced herself with her elbows and forearms. The water was hitting her back now, and it felt good. Everything did. She could feel the orgasm coming and tried to push it away.

"No, god... No...." she whimpered, the words inaudible to Tim with the water going. "Fuck... Oh no..."

Tim felt things get tighter and then the contractions as Carly came on him. Her whole body shuddered as he kept plowing into her against the wall. That was enough to push him over the edge. He pushed himself as deep into her as he could then came inside her pussy. Carly gasped, her whole body twitching as he shot his cum into her.

They stayed like that for several moments, both breathing deeply, then Tim stepped back and slid out of her. He grabbed the soap and started lathering his own body, proceeding with the shower like nothing had just happened.

"Did you cum in me?" she asked, reaching into her pussy and examining the cum on her fingers.

"Yeah," Tim said. "I came in you."

"Fuck... why did you that?" Carly asked, rinsing her hand in the water.

"Felt good."

"Dammit... Tim," Carly said, looking up at him.

"I've gotta shampoo. You done in here?" Tim asked.

"I guess," Carly said, feeling dirtier than when she got in.

"Alright, I'm gonna finish up. I gotta get to work," Tim said, reaching past her for the shampoo bottle. Carly opened the shower door and got out. She wrapped herself in her towel, keeping her legs pressed together so the cum wouldn't leak everywhere, then left to get ready in the other bathroom. She could hear Tim whistling a tune as she made her way down the hall.

What the fuck had just happened? Did she let it happen? What would happen now? Whatever. She didn't have time to think about it. She had to get to school.