Alecia again.
Ted was in the shower washing away the fun and the funk (the man was getting a little ripe). I was waiting for him to finish so I could get in there. I went beyond ripe a while ago.
I almost joined him. I absolutely love showering with someone. I wanted to be running my soapy hands all over his body, washing him from head to toe then getting the favor returned. The thought of it had me very aroused. My fingers made their way between my legs. I was soaking wet. As appealing as sipping coffee and polishing my pea was at that moment, I needed both a shower and breakfast.
Ted was just stepping out of the shower as I entered the bathroom. I couldn't keep from staring at his wet, naked body. I'd always considered him a good looking man, but now that he'd crossed the line from just a brother to lover, I was able to look at him in a different light.
For a man in his mid-30's he was in great shape. Muscular, but didn't look like a gym rat. The hair on his chest and stomach was enough to be interesting but not so much that you wanted to give the monkey a banana. Speaking of bananas, my eyes drifted down to his dick. It was circumcised, for those of you that care about that sort of things. Soft it hung nicely, no button dick with this guy. Watching it sway while he dried himself was really turning me on.
Maybe it was my staring at him or maybe it was me unconsciously caressing and pulling on my nipple, but for whatever reason his dick started slowly swelling. By the time he was done toweling off, it was jutting out from his body, pointing straight at me.
If I'd been wearing panties, they would have been soaked. I wanted it. In my mouth, my pussy or my butt or all three, I didn't care. The only thing I wanted more than that beautiful dick inside me, was food. So pushing all the nasty thoughts out of my head, I brushed past him, maybe a little too closely, but I wanted to feel him against me. Being the good and loving sister that I am, I pulled his mouth to mine and gave him a long, slow, wet kiss before stepping into the shower.
"I'm going to go clean up the deck while you're in there," he told me.
"Okay," I replied. Then remembering the cameras and possibly neighbors, "You going to get dressed or stay naked?"
"I'd planned on getting dressed first," he said with a tone that told me he knew he was being led down a path.
"Dare you to do it nude."
He chuckled and left the bathroom.
Now I won't bore you with the details of my shower. I mean really, who wants to hear about how my aching nipples tingled as the shower spray hit them? Or that my knees went a little weak as my soapy fingers lathered up my wet pussy? I know no one is interested that when it came time to rinse off I used the detachable showerhead, set on a pulse spray of course, over those same hard aching nipples. Or how I brought myself to the edge of cumming three times with that same pulsing shower head while rinsing my pussy.... No one cares, right?
I gave myself a quick drying once I finished showering. If there's one body I know, it's mine and I knew that if I spent too much time drying it would have turned into a finger puppet show between my legs and I would have lost all that sexual tension I'd so deliciously built up.
Once semi dry, I threw on a tank top (no bra, by the way) and a loose, knee length skirt. For a brief second, I thought about panties. Not actually wearing them, but how the one time I wore that skirt with panties, how much they showed through the thin material. Besides the way things were going they'd have just gotten in the way.
Both the tank top and the skirt felt good, the way they clinged to my slightly damp body. The tank top was slightly loose, so the material brushed and teased my hard nipples with every step as I walked through the house to find my brother.
I heard the hose running, so I looked outside. He'd cleaned up the patio, put the cover back on the hot tub and was busy hosing our combined goodness off the chaise lounge cushions. The best part as far as I was concerned, he'd taken my dare. He was completely naked, a slick sheen of sweat glistening on his upper body and more remarkably his dick was still rock hard and pointing towards the sky.
"I see you've been playing with him while you work," I called out to him.
"Nope," he replied, shaking his head. "I've been busy."
In a flash it clicked why he was still sporting wood.
"You dirty boy," I laughed. "You're hard because Mom and Glenn might be watching."
He nodded.
It looked like he was almost finished. So I made the best of my time by sitting down at the patio table, hiking up my skirt and edging myself to another almost orgasm.
"Give me a few minutes," he said as he dragged the cushions out to the sun to dry. "I'm going to grab a quick shower and get the sweat off of me."
No way, no how was I going to wait any longer for breakfast. So I took matters into my own hands. Grabbing the garden hose, I quickly sprayed him down. The shriek he let out when the cold water hit him was priceless.
"Come on, get dressed," I said throwing him his t-shirt and shorts. "You'll dry on the way."
