ADMIN: INCEST QUEST
Chapter Two (Monday Afternoon)
Jessica had been feeling kind of shaky and nervous the whole time she and Aaron were running. She kept getting flashes of heat that seemed to have nothing to do with the jogging, but she eventually worked out the truth: "Oh, fuck. I'm getting more and more turned on every time I get a good whiff of my brother!" That was just sick, she tried telling herself, but her body did not seem to agree. She kept repositioning herself any time the wind changed, to make sure she could smell him better than he could smell her, embarrassed to imagine her brother detecting her body odor.
"God, I actually would love it if he tried to sniff me!" she thought, not for the first time that day, but she felt increasingly receptive to the idea the more it kept popping into her head. "But there's no way," she thought. "I know he's kind of pervy and stares too long sometimes, and I guess maybe perviness is genetic, but he's never tried to smell you before!" A different part of Jessica's mind responded with, "But have you ever given him an opportunity to get a good whiff?" She frowned and dwelled on that thought for the rest of their run.
Just before they got in the car to head home, Jessica felt a need to show her appreciation and gave her brother a strong hug. It had the added benefit of giving her a great excuse to get a nice, deep lungful of his musk without being too obvious about it. But when Aaron gave a deep sniff of her hair and neck it made her knees weak and she felt her pussy responding. Shocked and a little appalled, she dashed for the car, telling herself, "No, that wasn't what it seemed like! He's just out of shape, he was still just breathing deep from the jogging, not trying to smell you up!"
They rode home mostly in silence, and when Aaron went to shower Jessica went to her room to wait for her turn. She pulled her brother's boxers from under her pillow and stared at them, at war with herself. She brought them to her face and inhaled, but the scent she liked best was masked too much by her own after sitting under the pillow all day. It was still alluring, but very faint. "Well, I suppose I can at least put these back in the hamper and no one will be any the wiser," she muttered. It was pretty likely that Aaron, being a bit of a slob, would leave his clothes on the floor again. It gave Jessica a very naughty thrill to think how rich the aromas of his workout clothes would be. She idly rubbed her crotch a little while imagining it.
A short while later Aaron called out that he was done, so Jessica gathered her things and went to take her shower. Sure enough, the dirty boy had left his stinky clothes on the floor again, but today Jessica was smiling with pleasure at the sight. She tossed his old boxers in the hamper and reached out with both hands to grab the fresh pile of dirty laundry. She was already breathing deeply by the time the clothes got near her face and she froze when she beheld the evidence of fresh cum coating the boxer briefs in her hand.
"Oh, my god. He must have jacked off just before he jumped in the shower, unless he just randomly jizzed his pants," she thought. "Either way, what set him off?" A chill of dread and arousal shivered through Jessica's body as she pondered the significance of the timing. "Did he cum because of me? Because of smelling me?" She looked back at the soiled clothes and inhaled deeply, smearing small amounts of his seed on her face in the process. Her tongue reached out and swabbed a small pearl of his fluids into her mouth, causing her face to redden and her folds to moisten. She groaned quietly before her shame managed to get the upper hand on her lust, then dumped all of the dirty laundry into the hamper.
Jumping in the shower, Jess scrubbed herself vigorously, hoping to cleanse away the dirty thoughts. But when the realization bloomed in her head, "Aaron must get as turned on smelling me as I get smelling him! God, that's fucking hot!" she was unable to resist sending an exploratory finger into her depths. She whimpered as she teased her lower lips with her hands but forced herself to stop before she carried it too far. "No," she thought, "This is just a fantasy, it's not real, there's no way he's that much of a pervert."
"You mean as much of a pervert as you are?" a voice in her head seemed to tease. "There's an easy way to test, you know!"
Jessica spent the rest of her shower trembling with anxiety, wondering if she could possibly carry through with her plan. She fumbled her way through her normal routine before retrieving two items from the hamper. One was her brother's soiled underwear, the other was her own sweaty panties. She carefully arranged the latter atop the hamper, smoothing them out and centering them just so. "There," she thought. "If he's a panty-sniffing perv like me, he'll be unable to resist the invitation. And if he's not, I'll just claim it was a prank to embarrass him for not picking up after himself." It was a pretty weak rationalization, but Jessica hurried back to her bedroom, breathing shallowly in her nervousness.
She stopped just inside her room hoping to calm herself, but before she had a handle on her feelings her brother was leaving his bedroom and heading to the bathroom. Jessica peered out of the crack of her almost closed door to observe what would happen. Very soon, Aaron emerged from the bathroom without apparently using the toilet or sink. Glancing down, Jess saw a small splash of colored fabric in her brother's clenched fist, which was clearly her underwear. Aaron hurried to his own room and Jessica quietly closed her door and threw herself on her bed. All ideas of propriety and restraint were abandoned for the moment as she threw open her robe to finger her pussy while rubbing her brother's cum-stained underwear all over her face, breathing deeply and smearing her blushing cheeks with the residue of his seed.