When Henry woke the next morning, he briefly wondered why he was surrounded by pink. Then he remembered the events of the night before. He was naked in his stepsister's bed after spending most of the night fucking her.
Kirstin wasn't in bed with him, though, which was unfortunate since his cock was painfully hard. Henry stroked it for a few minutes, letting thoughts and images from the previous night flow through his brain, then decided that it would be better if Kirstin was the one stroking him. He got up and went to find her.
As he passed the bathroom, he heard the shower running. It made sense that was where Kirstin would be; she'd showered before they'd gone out to dinner the night before, but hadn't showered since, and they'd definitely gotten down and dirty in the meantime. Just thinking about fucking Kirstin in the men's room at the restaurant made Henry's cock jump.
He opened the bathroom door and was greeted by a cloud of steam. Over the sound of the running water, he heard moans and gasps. Was Kirstin masturbating in the shower? Henry pushed back the shower curtain.
Kirstin had the hand-held massage showerhead in her hand, aimed straight at her pussy. Her other hand was occupied with the nipples on her gorgeous tits. She looked at Henry and smiled. "I was hoping you'd wake up soon."
"But you decided to entertain yourself in the meantime?" he asked.
"Sure, why not?" She aimed the showerhead at his hard-on. "Doesn't that feel good?"
"Yeah, but you're getting water all over the floor."
"Then get in here and let's have some fun."
Henry stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. Not that anyone would find them; his father and Kirstin's mother were away for the weekend. They'd asked Henry to look after the house while they were gone, even though Kirstin lived there and was old enough to take care of things. From what she'd told Henry, she spent a lot of her free time taking care of her own horniness.
Kirstin aimed the showerhead at his cock again. "This is fun!" she exclaimed.
"Give me that."
"Make me."
They wrestled over the showerhead until Henry finally thrust his finger into Kirstin's pussy. She gasped and loosened her hold on the showerhead, which Henry was able to yank away from her. "You jerk!" Kirstin said. "That's cheating!"
"Really?" Henry aimed the stream of water at her clit. "Still think I cheated?"
"Yes, and you're cheating now, trying to make me forget about it." She moaned softly. "Oh, fuck, Henry, that feels so good!"