There was a surprising amount of stuff in that little bag that I could show Jack, and when it began to run out, I got some more. Showing off my sexy lingerie to him apparently flicked some hidden switch inside me. I loved his eyes on me, and I loved even more how his cock responded to my displays.
Sometimes it bulged out against his underwear or shorts, covered but no less naked to my knowing eyes, and sometimes it stood up bare between his thighs, impossibly swollen and red, and gushing clear fluid that I just had to smear over him before I sucked him between my lips or sat on his lap, stuffing him into me, reeling as his fat hardness stretched me.
I was still working at Sheila's store. Whether it was my shining eyes or the choice of lingerie I took home with me, she knew something had changed in my life. I'd catch her eying me as she pulled out the most outrageous item from a new shipment and showed it to me and waited for my reaction. I loved Sheila, and I was bursting to share my news with someone, but working up my nerve to tell her, "I'm fucking my brother and loving every inch of it," was a bridge too far.
So I'd give her a quick kiss and rush home every day at five, hoping Jack would be there waiting for me and my parents would still be at work. Jack was spending his days at his buddy Warren's garage, restoring old Jaguars. Sometimes he'd bring home a finished project by way of a test drive, and the sight of a silky XKE sitting in the driveway, telling me Jack was home, was enough to soak my panties.
XKE or no, I'd find him in the kitchen, dirty and sweaty, sucking down a cold beer. There was no need for either of us to say anything. He'd stand and walk up the stairs, me following him, torn between ripping off my skirt and panties, and wrapping my hands around his slim waist above his jeans. In the bathroom, he'd get the shower running, and I'd grapple with our clothes. Under the water together, I'd laugh at the sheer delight of feeling our bodies pressed against each other.
As often as we'd done this, each time was perfection re-visited.
Today in the shower, Jack cupped my face in his hands and said, "Kathy, there's something I want to talk to you about."
I stepped up against him and felt his hard cock slither between our wet bellies. "So now you want to talk," I whispered into his neck.
I reached down and held his cock. It expanded against my palm, stretching my fingers. I squeezed. Oh, god, I loved how it jerked in my grip. Jack groaned. "Kath, wait."
"Shh. We can talk later."
Jack backed away and let his hands follow the water running over me. First he cupped my breasts, and then my pussy. I felt myself gushing.
I let go and turned from him, resting my forehead and fore-arms against the cool tiles. I felt his cock slide down over my wet cheeks and lodge up against my pussy lips. I lifted up onto my toes, pushing my butt out at him, and his head slid into me.
I shuddered, dying to have his full length inside me.
"Have I got your attention now?" he asked. I eased down onto my heels and felt him fill me. "You ready to listen?"
"Yeah, you've got all my attention," I gasped. "But you'd better say whatever it is you want to say soon, because I'm about to lose it."
"Oh, shit. Me, too." Instead of talking, Jack relaxed into a loose, slow motion. I adjusted to his rhythm and backed off from the orgasm that had been about to rock me. The water ran over us, its sound blending with our long moans.
Jack stopped for a moment and leaned in to kiss my neck. "You OK?"
"Yeah. That was close, though."
"Tell me about it." Then he started fucking me again, and neither of us had anything more to say.
Jack and I had come together more times than I could count over the last week, always violently, as if to underscore our passion and, well, OK, the illicit nature of our sex. I think that was always in the background; whether he was pounding into me, or I was slamming onto him, we were always rushing. Rushing towards the big O, rushing for the sheer pleasure and thrill of it, but always rushung because our parents could get home any minute.
But today was something different. As Jack slid his big cock slowly in and out of me, it seemed like we had all the time in the world. Soon there was just that involuntary motion, and the slow rhythmic slap of wet skin. I drifted, going with this new feeling. Just when I'd decided I could go on like this forever, I felt a distant quaking, way down in my toes. It spread through my foot-soles on the floor of the tub and inched up over my heels to my calves. My legs began to tremble, then to shake. They were turning to rubber, barely able to hold me up any longer. Jack understood, and grabbed my waist to pull me up to him. But his grip was weak, his hands slippery, and I could feel his thighs quiver against the backs of my own.
"Oh, fuck, Jack. I'm dying. I can't take this."
"Me either." His voice was just a hoarse purr. "Hang in there a second longer, Kath. Please."
As he said that, he plunged deep into me, and I came. I always come with Jack. It starts in my pussy and spreads up my spine and down my legs, releasing me like my fingers never can. This time, all my skin lit up and expanded, like it couldn't hold my burgeoning flesh. I felt raw all over, super-sensitive, as if the very air around me was more pressure than I could stand. I exploded out of myself, gasping, snatching at the slippery tiles. I sank to my knees in a shivering heap on the floor of the tub, feeling Jack slip out of me. His come spattered onto my shoulders and back like molten lava. The last thing I heard was his shout, and the shower crashing around us like a waterfall.
Cold water splashing onto my toes and shins woke me. Jack must have picked me up and set me on the side of the tub. He was standing over me, holding my shoulders and looking at me with obvious concern.
"Jeez, Kathy. Are you going to be all right?"
I shook myself, fighting my way back to reality. The cold water helped.
"Yeah, Jack. I'm OK. But if you fuck me like that every day, you might have to visit me in the hospital."
The hot water had run out, and the cold shower on his back was giving him goose-bumps, but he smiled. "No problem. We'll book a double room."
I looked up at him. The water had turned his blond hair almost black and slicked it back over his head. I reached around behind him and shut off the taps.
"Thanks. I'm freezing."
My face was right next to his cock. What had been so big before, filling me and thrilling me to the limits of my capacity, had shrunk and shriveled. I loved Jack's cock hard and throbbing and so obviously wanting me, and I loved it now, too, limp and wasted. Sated. I kissed the head of it, looking up at him.
