Brian blinked his eyes open. He had drifted off to sleep. He felt his sister's rhythmic breathing on his chest and abdomen, and realized that she was asleep, lying atop him. He moved a little, trying to awaken her, but she did not move. He realized that the combination of scotch and the exquisite tension of the sex had totaled her. She was in deep sleep. Brian carefully rolled her off of him and onto the cushiony softness of the sofa. He quietly got up and padded naked across the room to a closet where he got a blanket. He covered her. Then he stood up and just looked at the side of Deanna's face. She was his sister, but she was beautiful.
Brian pulled on his sweatpants she had been wearing. He picked up one of her cigarettes and lit it. He walked over to the window and looked down on the city. He wondered what would happen now. He had gone to far to deny his wanting her. But how would they deal with it. The world would not understand, that was for sure. He turned from the window, stubbed out the cigarette. He walked through his bedroom into the bath. He turned on a light and looked at his face in the mirror. He pulled off the sweat pants and looked down at his cock and balls, covered with a mixture of both their cum. He reached in and turned on the shower.
The water was hot and felt soothing, cascading over his body. He grabbed a bar of soap and began to slowly and idly wash himself. But his mind was on Deanna. She had made good on her promise. She had taken him places he had never been and he had felt things as never before. Had she really put her tongue in his ass? He just couldn't believe it. Brian closed his eyes as his soapy hands made their way to his cock, which was unbelievably stiff again. Had just thinking about Deanna done this? He lathered his palm and began to stroke his hardness. He leaned his head back into the spraying water and closed his eyes. With his other soapy hand, he reached behind himself and found the ring of his asshole. He easily slipped his middle finger in. Oh god, it felt so fucking good. He picked up the pace of the masturbation as visions of Deanna's perfect body danced before his dreaming eyes. And then, he was shooting out ropes of thick white cum for the second time tonight. That hadn't happened in quite a while. Living alone, he beat off a lot, but once was usually enough to relieve his need. He stroked his finger in and out of his ass, and strained to shoot the final drops of his semen onto the black tile floor of the glass walled shower stall. He pulled the finger out and his body shook. He needed sleep.
After toweling off, Brian slipped the sweatpants back on and walked back into the living room. Deanna was just as he had left her, except she had added a barely perceptible snore to her breathing. Brian smiled. He turned and made his way back into his bedroom. He lay down on top of the covers and pulled them around him. That was all it took, he was instantly asleep.
Deanna rolled onto her back, pulling the blanket up to her chin, and then opened her eyes. She saw the sunlight pouring in the window, filling the room. She turned her head searching for a clock somewhere. She found it as part of Brian's stereo display. 9:30 it said. She stretched her arms out from under the blanket and over her head, arching her back as she yawned. Wow, had she slept hard.
She got off the sofa and wrapped the blanket around her for warmth, not modesty. She padded quietly through the hall to Brian's room. There he was, lying on his back, with the bedspread pulled over him. His mouth was open and a little bit of drool was running from the corner. She laughed to herself. He was more handsome with drool running than most of the guys she knew on their best day.
Deanna closed the glass door behind her and just stood in the middle of the three shower- heads firing water at her from all directions, hitting almost every part of her body. She had discovered from the long shower she had taken the night before, how to aim the heads to hit just the right spots. And so for ten blissful minutes, she let the water work its magic. Mmmm, it felt delicious. She reached over to one of the heads, which detached into a hand held. She dialed it to the pulsing position. She put one foot up onto a plastic stool that she assumed Brian kept for when he wanted a long soak. It was just the right height to give her easy access to her pussy lips and clit. And so, she let the pulsing begin as far back between her legs as her hand would reach, feeling the water hitting her anus. Slowly, she felt the warm jets pry apart her feminine folds and wash her inside and finally, it found her clit. Oh yes, that was nice.
"Let me do that."
It was Brian, stepping into the shower. He startled her, but just for a moment. He kissed her on the mouth and ran his fingers through her long, dark, wet hair. Then, he took the hand held from her. He gently pushed her down into a sitting position on the plastic chair. He pulled a towel from off the glass wall and threw it to the tile at her feet. He kneeled on the towel and as he did, she spread her legs, giving him a perfect view of her.
"Oh yes," he said, "I think this definitely needs a cleaning." And he began to spray her tender pussy, pulling at her clit with the fingers of his other hand, as he did. She leaned her head back against the shower wall and closed her eyes. The spray continued to feel wonderful between her legs, and then he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He began licking along the folds of her pussy, and up to her clit. He did this several times before settling at her button to lick with more intensity. He licked and even nibbled, using just his lips. Deanna thought the feeling was incredible. There were other things she would have liked for him to do, but she could teach him those things at another time. He was so earnest in his current endeavor, she decided to just lean back and enjoy. After several minutes, she felt the moment coming and grabbed Brian by the back of the head and pulled his mouth tighter to her. She pulled her legs together against his ears. He licked at her feverishly and she let herself go, cumming into Brian's open mouth, mixing with the shower water. It was heavenly. And she cried out, "Oh god, yes Brian, you're so good. That is perfect, keep me cumming. Yes, that's it. Suck my clit, Bri, suck it into your mouth and hold it. Yeah, that's it. Oh, fuck yes. You're so good, so fucking good."
Finally, her legs loosened around his head and taking his face into her hands, she pushed him away from her sex and pulled him up to her face. She put her mouth on his and slipped her tongue as deep as she could. With her hands, she slid down his chest to his awaiting hard-on. It was hard against her fingers as she wrapped them around it and slowly stroked.
She pulled her face away from his and said, "My turn."
She pushed him down, so that he was lying with the soaked towel under his hips. The warm water continued to fall on both of their red-hot bodies. She slowly rolled a washcloth and put it under his head, and then she went to work. She spread his legs and pulled his swollen balls up to meet her mouth, sucking one then the other then both into her mouth. "Mmmm," she hummed as Brian groaned. She continued to roll his balls around in her mouth until he thought he would go crazy. All the time, she continued the rhythmic stroking motion of her hand on his cock. And then she released his balls and started her tongue up the underside of his cock. When she got to the tip, she slipped her mouth just over the head and licked her tongue in a swirl. She took her mouth away, just long enough to ask, "Do you like this Bri?"
"Oh, yeah, oh yeah," was his breathless reply.
And then she slipped him back into her mouth and began to move up and down, each time going just a little further, until she could feel his wet matted pubic hairs against her nose. She didn't like that feeling, but she would see to that later. She slowly slid her mouth all the way off of him again and said, "Cum in my mouth, Brian, I want your cum." And she slid back down the length of his cock. She continued this slow motion pistoning, until finally, she felt his hips rise up, his ass cheeks tighten and he began pouring his cum into her waiting throat. She pulled up on his ass and held her mouth tight over his cock until she felt the last spurt, and his hips relaxed.
"Oh my god, Dee, you took it, you took it all. No one has ever done that to me before."
"I loved it," she replied. Licking shower water and the last of his come from his cock.
She crawled up and kissed him lightly on the mouth and then said, "Now be a good boy, won't you, and get me a towel, I'm hungry."
Dee had pulled a form-fitting long sleeve tee shirt over her head and put some clean white panties on. She combed through her wet hair until it hung long and dark, framing her face. She touched her lips with a deep red lipstick and pronounced herself ready for breakfast.
Brian was sitting in his sweats at the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of the coffee he had just made. He looked up as Dee came in through the doorway. His little sister made quite a vision in the morning light.
"Hey, you got an apron, Bri? I'm gonna make us some food. I'm ravenous. Wonder why?" She smiled a wicked smile.
