I was still a little weirded out. I was laying back against the cool leather of the sofa in my lair, my cock still glistening as it tried to decide to take a nap after that performance or respond to my stepsister's curtain call. A moment before she had been standing before me with my jism running down her tight body in thick streams. I could still hear her gentle step on the carpeted stairs. They way her tongue danced around the tip of her finger as she tasted my cum made me want to leap out of the couch and run upstairs to her waiting lips, but even that psychotic desire could not overwhelm natures demand that I obey the labor rules laid out for penis work hours. The will was strong, but the flesh was weak.
I looked at the T.V. and when my eyes refocused I saw that the Rangers were taking yet another royal whupping. The biggest payroll in hockey had only managed to put a turnstile in front of an All-Star goalie. The remote said "click," and the television said no more for the evening. It was definitely time for bed.
I arrived at the top of the stairs. Janine's bedroom door was shut tight and no light came from the threshold. My room, however, was lit up like Ebbets Field. On my bed was my Janine's nightshirt, her panties on the floor by the bathroom door. The shower was running. When I stepped into the bathroom Janine's slender hand popped out from behind the shower curtain balled into a light fist. "Hey, what the hell is this?" she asked. I stepped forward to see what she was holding. I grabbed her wrist and her hand snapped around mine. The next thing I knew I was standing in the shower in my sweatpants.
"You silly goose, you can't take a shower with your clothes on," she waved her finger at me as she said this to heighten the mock-scolding effect. "Take those off this minute, young man!" I did as I was told. The soggy cotton hit the tiles outside the shower with a loud smack. "I was wondering when you'd show up," the scolding continued as she handed me a bottle of shampoo. "You barely made it in time to wash my hair." I poured a dollop of the shampoo into my hands and reached out to massage it through that adorable blonde bob of hers only to find it had disappeared.
The soft warm lips kissing the head of my cock told me just where it had gone. Her hand followed soon after that, fingertips pressing lightly against the livid ring just under the head and caressing lightly down the shaft, eventually turning over and cupping my low hanging balls. I looked down to see those same pleading eyes staring at me, her gaze bisected by the length of the cock that had apparently cut through it's earlier confusion and was now rapidly swelling to full glory. I had never seen something quite as sexy as the look of utter need that welled behind those eyes.
She didn't separate that mind-bending gaze from me for a second. Her tongue slid out from between her lips and ran up the shaft of my cock from balls too head. "So are you gonna stand there like an idiot with soapy hands or are you gonna wash my hair?" The next thing I heard was "Mmm…" as my hands collected her hair from the bottom and her mouth engulfed my prick. Her hair balled in my fists as the warmth slid down my cock and spread out to the rest of my body. I kneaded her hair and massaged her scalp; her hands slipped around behind me and gently squeezed my ass. Her head bobbed up and down my cock, twisting in circles, she was attempting to recreate the twisting motion she had seen my use to jerk off. Slowly she sank her head down as it twisted and it jerked up quickly. This girl was treating me to the greatest experience of my short sexual career. Her tongue danced across the underside of my member, I tried desperately to concentrate on washing her hair. I wanted this to last and despite the fact that I had just cum like a thoroughbred 10 minutes before I was rapidly building to climax once again. "Mmm," she hummed again, this time causing my knees to buckle with the tremors that went flying through me.
My cock slid from her lips with a pop and her hand quickly wrapped around it to jerk me lightly in replacement. Her hand felt almost as good as her mouth, her expert touch was feather light and torturously teasing as it slowly pumped my. Her hypnotic gaze pierced the cataracts of lust that clouded my view as she stared into me again. "Don't fight it baby, let me suck you off. Just cum in my mouth. I want to taste it this time while it's still hot," she cooed. Her gaze broke from my eyes and shifted to the stiff cock she was so lovingly stroking.
"Ooh, it's magnificent. I bet it feels so good when it's twitching and cumming. I bet your cum is so lovely when it's still steaming hot. You're going to let me taste it aren't you? Please?" Her pleading voice was too much. My eyes clamped shut, my mouth gaped and my hands clenched her hair. I felt her mouth engulf me once again, twisting and sinking the length of my shaft just as my orgasm went into overdrive. Her nose planted itself in my pubic hair hand her cheeks caved as she sucked deeply while I pumped thick streams of cum down her throat. She was deep-throating me as I came, her swallowing only served to milk more jism out of me and sent my body into hysterics. When it finally ended I couldn't even support myself. I fell to the floor panting and shivering in the steaming shower. She smiled at me sweetly before she stood up to rinse her hair.
When the water was turned off I followed her out of the shower stall and she wrapped us both up in a large, fluffy towel. We dried each other as we caressed our bodies from outside the soft terrycloth. I ran my hands down her back as she embraced me. I felt her warm breath on my chest as her head nuzzled into me. She pulled me tighter as I gave her smooth, tight ass a squeeze. My hands continued down and around the cleft of her thighs to find their inner recesses wet. The fact that they were slick told me she wasn't wet from the shower. When my fingers found the delicate lips that surrounded her pussy, she grabbed my wrist and pulled away. She shook her head at me and dried me off the rest of the way. "Sorry, tough guy, but you just came twice. There's probably zero chance you're going to go after it as hard as I'm gonna need it right now."
I was disappointed. She had just rocked my world and I wanted to return the favor. Beyond that, I was dying to plant my head between those creamy thighs. "I want you to think about it good and hard," she breathed at me as she took a step back out of the bathroom. "Sleep on it," her hand cupping her breast, sliding down her sleek torso and wrapping under her crotch. She moaned briefly as her fingers slid over her sopping slit. "I'm going to go deal with a few, ahh, issues and then go to sleep. In the meantime, here's something for you to think about." With that her glistening finger rose to my face. She held them under my nose allowing me a sample of the musk rising off of them. She slid a finger across my upper lip leaving a trail of her musk there for me to smell before dipping her fingers into my mouth for me to suck clean. She looked at me with her bedroom eyes fixed on mine as she began to turn to walk out. "I'll see you in the morning, killer."
With that she walked out. I was out of my mind. I could smell her as her juices still glistened on my upper lip. Every time I took a breath her tangy musk wafted up into my brain. I doubted I would sleep at all, but after the two rapid-fire super-orgasms I had just had I drifted off like a baby.
I woke up the next morning with a raging erection courtesy of some vivid dreams I had had. My stepsister's erotic version of Vicks Vapo-rub had wafted into my mind throughout the night and fed my subconscious with the idea of eating that sweet pussy and subconscious in turn fed that to my rapidly moving eyes. I hopped in the shower and to clean up and head to school. The only problem was this near painful erection jutting out in front of me. I spent an extra few minutes washing it and like magic it went away. A few well-timed flicks of the wrist and the jism that Janey hadn't sucked out of me the night before went sloshing reluctantly down the drain.
Emerging from the shower a much happier camper I bounced down the stairs to try to shove a bowl of cereal down my throat before I headed out the door. Dad was at the kitchen table tinkering with some odd mess of wires. "Hey champ," was his greeting as he looked up at me over his magnifying headset. "Any idea what's up with your sister? She flew out of here super early this morning with a huge grin on."
