John stirred briefly when he heard his mothers footsteps in the hallway outside of his old bedroom. His green eyes stared up blankly at the ceiling as he remembered what had taken place less than eight hours before. He closed his eyes and after a moment or two of internal debate he convinced himself that the alcohol had fueled one damn realistic dream.
He rolled over on his side and was prepared to go back to sleep when he inhaled through his nose. The scent triggered more memories of his "dream" and reality made him sit straight up in bed. The scent also triggered another reaction and his cock also sat straight up. His cock began to throb and he knew there was no point in trying to get back to sleep.
He let out a sigh of resignation as he swung his feet over the edge of the bed. His hand instinctively covered his crotch as walked toward the bedroom door. He stuck his head out for a quick glance to make sure there wasn't anybody around and made a dash for the bathroom. He shut the door and rested his back against it as he recalled everything that had happened last night.
He remembered in vivid detail seeing Melissa straddling her pillow. He bare little butt working up and down as she rode her pillow enthusiastically. When he closed his eyes he relived the sight of her gorgeous completely bare lips glistening with her moisture.
He had always thought that he would feel horror, shock or disgust at seeing his sister in a position like that. Instead he found himself standing with his cock painfully hard and once again oozing clear pre-cum. He pushed himself from the door and started the shower. John was more than eager to begin his ritualistic shower jerk off.
He stepped into the warm water and let the stream run down his chest. He closed his eyes and relished the feel of the water as it trailed onto his erection. John poured a little of the liquid soap into his palm and reached between his legs.
He ran his soaped hand over his swollen balls, paying special attention to the place just behind them. When his slippery index finger caressed the spot he imagined Melissa's hand there. He groaned at the tingling sensation that raced up the length of his cock. He massaged his balls another time or two before sliding his hand toward the shaft.
Melissa woke up and the only thought in her head was how badly she had pee. She heard the shower water running and thought she would burst into to tears. John had woke up before her and had clearly staked his claim on the shower. Without hesitation she climbed out of her bed and marched purposely toward the bathroom.
She knew she wasn't going to be able to wait until he finished, so she was just going to walk in there and hope that he didn't find out. She suppressed a giggle when she thought about what would happen when she flushed the toilet. He was going to get a blast of cold water.
His made a circle with his thumb and forefinger as he wrapped them around the swollen head. He gave his cock a few hard tugs and shivered at the cold chill from the motion. His hips automatically lurched forward in response to the touch and he moaned long and low. He took a slow deep breath in to steady himself, he would cum too quickly if he allowed himself to get carried away.
He had allowed himself to lose control last night, but he usually made himself wait until he was done with his shower and shave. Keeping himself just on the edge of climax until his hygiene was complete. Then when he would come it was that much more enjoyable. He waited until he felt his heart race slow down a few beats before he resumed stroking. He never heard the bathroom door open over the roar of the shower.
Melissa flipped the lid of the toilet up and dropped gratefully onto the toilet. She almost let out a sigh when she heard her brother moan from inside the shower. She leaned further back on the commode, thinking to stick her tongue out at him or some equally crude gesture and peeked inside the shower.
Those thoughts flew from her mind when she saw her brother standing there with his eyes closed stroking his thick cock. She was amazed at how hard and how big it was. She had caught a quick glimpse of her friends brother one time at a sleep over, but it had not looked like this. This was not the cock of a fifteen year old boy, but rather that of a full grown man.
She watched fascinated as he wrapped his hand all the way around his cock and began slowly pumping it up and down. John kept his pace slow and even as he stroked himself, occasionally pausing to let his head rest on the cool tile. Melissa felt herself growing damp and knew she should look away but she couldn't. John stroked himself a little faster as he imagined Melissa wrapping her tiny hand around his cock.
