章節 2668: NAUGHTY GAMES: BREAKFAST WITH SIS
I'm sitting on the sofa watching television when Jodhi comes downstairs and wanders into the living room. Even though she's just woken up she looks really hot, dressed only in a pair of skimpy denim shorts and a baggy Lady Gaga t-shirt. Her hair's wild and messy and she has no make-up on.
She smiles sweetly as she pads into the room barefoot.
"Morning," she says through a half-stifled yawn. She stretches dramatically, arching her back so that I can see her tits lift beneath the loose fabric of her t-shirt, then comes over and hops onto the sofa beside me. Without a second word she wraps her arms around my shoulders and clamps her mouth onto mine, sticking her tongue down my throat and almost choking me. Her knee finds its way inside my robe and nudges my legs apart, pressing up close against my cock and balls.
I love the feel and taste of my twin sister's kisses; they're always wet, warm and sweet. I love the faint smell of her perfume first thing in the morning, too—the lingering remnants of it from the day before. And I also love the heat of her body against mine when we're this close. Even though Mum's in the kitchen a few metres away, I put my hands on her waist and join in with the kiss.
We are perfectly safe from discovery for the time being—I can hear the not-so-distant clinking and clanking of washing up being done in the background, and I know that Jodhi and I will have a couple of minutes of private time together. I slip my hands under her t-shirt and savour the warmth of her body against my palms as they slide up to fondle her chest. To my delight I find that she's braless, and when my hands discover her soft, dangling breasts my cock starts to swell. I'm already partially erect from the kiss, but the sudden contact with her naked flesh makes me properly stiffen inside my boxer shorts.
"No bra?" I murmur with a smile. "You slut!"
"I thought I'd surprise you," Jodhi whispers back. "You like?"
I nod and we resume our kiss. Her nipples are hard between my rolling fingertips, and I know that she's wet between her legs. Meanwhile, her hand has found its way inside my dressing gown and into the opening of my boxer shorts, and she's squeezing my erection gently.
"I wish I could suck you off right now," she whispers in my ear. "I wish Mum wasn't here so I could swallow your cum."
I groan and close my eyes, enjoying the slow movements of her hand around my shaft. While she masturbates me so wonderfully I slide a hand down the back of her shorts to feel what I expect to be her bare ass—she's braless so I don't expect knickers either-but I'm surprised when my fingers encounter the soft, slippery texture of satin.
"They're the ones you like," she breathes into my mouth. "The sexy black ones."
The knickers cling tightly to her ass cheeks and have a lovely silky feel which makes my cock even harder in my sister's hand. While we kiss, my fingers trace the inner curve of her buttock and rub back and forth against her anus, using the satin material to stimulate her little rosebud. Jodhi always likes this, and right now she starts writhing under my touch and making little 'Mmmn' sounds in my mouth. Slipping my fingers under the elastic, I reach into her knickers and begin teasing her asshole directly, circling the crinkled knot and pressing at the opening. It starts to contract like a hungry little mouth.
"I want to feel your tongue there..." Jodhi says. "Will you lick it for me when Mum's gone to work?"
I nod and push the very tip of my finger into her anus. Although it's dry, I feel the hole open up just a little bit—not enough to get my finger properly inside, but certainly enough to turn us both on.
"God, my pussy's soaking!" she groans. "I can't wait till she's gone! The things I want to do to you today!"
It's at this point that we both become aware that the busy sounds in the kitchen have ceased and that Mum is probably about to leave for work. Sensing it would be wise to desist in our activities straight away, we pull away from each other and straighten up our clothing—me trying my best to conceal the very large erection that's tenting stupendously under my robe.
"To be continued..." Jodhi says as we both hear the click-clacking of Mum's heels coming down the hallway. We both start a little as our mother suddenly appears in the doorway, dressed for work in her smart business suit.
"Right then, you two," she says, utterly oblivious to the naughtiness that has just been taking place in her living room. "I'm off. There's plenty of food in the cupboards and a list of jobs on the kitchen table. Have fun, won't you?" She smiles warmly at us both.
"We will," answers Jodhi in a sing-song voice—provocative to my ears, innocent to Mum's. "You have a good day at work, Mum."
"Thank you, love."
After a few more irritating words of procrastination, she heads out the front door.
We give it a minute or so, listening out for Mum's car starting up and pulling off the drive, before Jodhi announces, "Right! Clothes off!" and strips off her vest. Excitedly, I undo my robe and slip off my boxers while Jodhi sloughs off her shorts and knickers.
We sit back down on the sofa and kiss and touch each other for a little while. It's always nice to begin with a bit of naked contact—Jodhi rubbing her tits against my chest, her leg against my cock, while I caress her back and bottom, or run my hands through her hair. Kissing Jodhi is nice—much nicer than kissing other girls. Not only is there the constant thrill that we are doing something completely taboo, but she's a much better kisser than anyone else I've been with. She always kisses like she enjoys it. Jodhi's a sensual being and she kisses you with her whole body—it isn't just her mouth and tongue; she kisses you with her cunt and her tits and her ass.
While we snog so passionately right there on the living room sofa, Jodhi takes my hand and returns it to her bottom. Picking up on her not-so-subtle hint, I slide my finger into the crack of her ass and resume playing with her little bumhole. Now free of her figure-hugging shorts, she moves her body sensually, rotating her hips so that she controls the way I touch her. When my fingertip dabs at the entrance of her anus, she pushes back on it so that it enters her—but again only a tiny little bit.
"It needs lubrication," she says matter-of-factly. "Wet your finger."
I bring my finger to my lips and suck it once so that it's coated with my saliva. I pop it in Jodhi's mouth for good measure—she gives it a good, slow suck with her eyes fixed naughtily upon me—before returning it to her bottom. This time, my finger slides in easily, up to the first knuckle, and my sister gives a little gasp of pleasure.
"That's it," she groans. "That feels nice. A bit further, though."
Following her cue I push more of my finger up her ass—as far as the second knuckle—and she begins riding my hand, pushing back and forth onto it and moaning deeply. I can see the wetness on her inner thighs as she shifts position to take more of my finger inside her, can smell the gorgeous scent of her aroused cunt wafting up to greet me. All the while I'm fingering her ass she's wanking my prick slowly, expertly.
"Touch my pussy, Jake," she says in a low voice. "Feel how fucking wet I am for you right now." She looks me directly in the eyes and chews her lower lip.
I reach down with my free hand—the one that's not pleasuring her rear—and run two fingers through her puffy labia. Jodhi's right—her cunt is practically dripping, and when I pass my fingertips across her clitoris she shivers as though an electric pulse has shot through her entire body.
"Oh God!" she moans, momentarily arching her back. "Oh, fuck!" She giggles girlishly as the pre-orgasmic frisson makes her tingle all over, her nipples standing out like bullets. "God, I'm close..."
"Let me make you come," I say, working my fingers gently in both holes. "Please, Jo. I want to make you come."
Jodhi grins and kisses me on the lips. "You can certainly help out."
With that, she turns away from me and rolls onto the sofa, face down, so that she's now lying with her ass sticking up in the air. She spreads her legs so that all her private parts are now on show and gazes at me over her shoulder.
"Lick my ass while I touch myself."
I look down at the glorious sight of my sister's spread, open pussy and, just above it, the dark brown ring of her anus. It's still moist from my finger and seems to dilate in anticipation. Jodhi's hand is already between her legs and rubbing away at her clitoris, and I wonder why I'm wasting time looking at her bottom and not licking it. As if reading my mind she mutters, eyes closed: "Are you going to look or are you going to lick? Come on—I'm almost there already!"
I move over her and lower my face to her ass, immediately noting the bitter, musky smell of her asshole. She moans as I stick my tongue right in there without hesitation—tasting her, probing her. She lifts her hips and her full buttocks squash against my face.
"Ooh, yeah. Lick me, Jake. Lick my ass..."
Closing my eyes, I savour the taste of her as I prod away with my tongue. It's always how I imagine plasticine might taste—flavourless but distinctive—and it never fails to give me a ferocious erection. I'm gently stroking the one I have right now while I lick Jodhi's bum, careful not to get too excited and come right then and there. Meanwhile, Jodhi is busy masturbating with her face buried in one of the sofa cushions, rubbing her clitoris so frantically that her pussy is making wet smacking sounds. She comes quicker than I expect.
"Oh, God..." she moans, her words half-muffled by the cushion. "Oh, fuck! I'm coming... Lick me! Lick me! Don't stop!"
I do as she asks, lapping away at her tender ring while she makes herself come. I wonder if the neighbours can hear her as she screams loudly into the pillow, her whole body stiffening as her orgasm courses through her from top to toe. Her anus contracts spasmodically—the sensitive nerve endings there seem to drive her wild as I run my tongue back and forth over it—and her buttocks shake like two pale-pink jellies.
"Oh, fuck!" she gasps, trembling. "Oh, Gohhhhhhhhd!"
Her orgasm seems to last for ages—way after she's stopped touching herself. Perhaps it's because I keep my face glued to her bum crack, licking away at it deeply, lovingly, while she lies there spent on the sofa, her whole body tingling with erotic pleasure.
"Oh, Jake..." she murmurs dreamily, "That was amazing..."
I don't respond—I'm lost in the sheer joy of eating out my sister's tangy asshole.
Jodhi sighs and folds her arms under her head. "Mmm. That feels nice, too. Don't stop."
I have no intention of doing so. I must spend a good ten minutes licking her, occasionally breaking away to kiss and lick her bum cheeks but always quickly returning my attention to her anus. At one point she laughs lightly.
"You really do like my ass, don't you?"
"I love it."
"I love it that you love it."
I take that as carte blanche to carry on, and lose myself once again in her perfect backside. I could happily stay here for hours, and I contentedly lap away at her tight little hole with my erection pressing into the leather sofa. Meanwhile, Jodhi drifts into a light sleep, only occasionally making quiet sounds of pleasure or shifting drowsily on the sofa. I wonder, while she sleeps, why she's perfectly happy for me to do this to her when most girls would undoubtedly find it shocking or disgusting. Not Jodhi—as I had discovered during the last few weeks, my sister is as horny and dirty-minded as me.
Eventually, after a nice little doze, she stirs, glances sleepily over her shoulder, and grins to see me still at work.
"Bloody hell, I must have the cleanest ass ever."
"You have the best ass ever."
"I'm glad you enjoy it so much. Maybe soon I'll let you put your cock back in there again."
I'm about to ask for more details when a noise from the hallway frightens the life out of the pair of us. We both instinctively freeze as the familiar squeak of the letterbox sounds in the background, loud in the emptiness of the hall. This is followed by three quiet slaps, one after the other. Jodhi and I look at each other and relax a little, our hearts fluttering like crazy, as we realize it's just the morning post.
"Fuck!" my sister exclaims, breathing out a deep sigh of relief. "Every bloody time!"
I stroke her back softly with the backs of my fingers, eager for us to return to the previous topic of discussion.
"Um, what were you saying just now, Jo?"
"Huh?"
"Something about letting me put my cock in your ass?"
She smiles and lays her head back down on the sofa cushion, closing her eyes. "We'll have to see. I'm still a bit sore from the last time. We'll need to use a better lube that's for sure—something better than my spit anyway."
Jodhi's right; it was stupid to try anal sex without proper lubrication. But a few days ago we'd gotten carried away with the moment—half a bottle of tequila and a sloppy blowjob and we both thought it would be a painless experience for her. Wrong. Jodhi couldn't sit down properly a day afterwards.
"You'll have to go into town and buy some KY or something," she murmurs into her crossed arms, still a little drowsy from her nap. Her eyes are closed as she talks to me. "My ass stings just thinking it. But I'd like to try it again, Jake. Definitely. I'd love to feel you coming inside my ass—it's such a sexy idea!"
Jodhi is suddenly interrupted by a quiet gurgling sound coming from her stomach—a low burble that vibrates against the sofa. "Excuse me!" she says with a light laugh. "I must be hungry after that amazing orgasm. I need some breakfast."
I rise to my knees, my cock jutting out like a flagpole.
"I'll make you some. What do you want?"
Jodhi stretches lazily, languidly, extending her legs and fanning out all ten of her pretty little toes. The leather sofa creaks under her movement.
"Mmm, how about my brother's cum?"
"For breakfast?"
"Anytime. Come with me to the kitchen?"
I grin, rubbing my cock excitedly, then move aside so that she can get up from the sofa. As she does so, she has to peel her naked body from the warm, sticky leather. The contact has left big red blotches on her tits and stomach.
"God, I hate that sensation," she mutters. She stretches again and runs a hand through her messy-but-oh-so-sexy bed hair. "Come on then, Jakey-Poo." And with that she grasps my erection and proceeds to lead me through to the kitchen by it. I simply follow obediently, like a panting puppy dog. Once there, Jodhi lets go of my prick and begins rooting through the fridge for something she fancies, so I step up behind her and press my naked body close to hers. She smells lovely—like butterscotch, or freshly baked biscuits.
"Hmm..." she muses aloud to herself while I squeeze her tits and bury my face in her hair. She opens the drawer to the salad crisper and reaches inside.
"Grapefruit?" she says aloud and weighs two of them thoughtfully in her hands.
I do the same with her boobs.
"Nah." She roots around again. "Strawberries? Hmm. Maybe later..." She turns a little towards me and adds suggestively, "Strawberries are really post-sex food, don't you think?"
I don't care—I'm too busy rubbing my erection against the crack of her ass, which is still slick with my saliva. I fantasise about putting my cock up there but I don't want to push my luck.
Jodhi continues her appraisal of the contents of the fridge until finally—"Ah! Perfect!"—she reaches up and takes down a tray of lemon yoghurts from the top shelf. As she does so, her tits momentarily lift out of my hands and then drop back into them. She snaps off one of the pots and puts the others back, making her tits rise again. "Come over here," she says, grabbing my erection once again and leading me over to the dining table. She sits down bare-assed on one of the dining chairs, peels the lid off the yoghurt, then positions me in front of her.
"I want you to squirt your yoghurt in here," she grins, handing it to me. "Nice and gooey and salty. Fill it up."
"Okay," I laugh, shaking my head. She never ceases to surprise me, my sister. Grasping my cock, I am about to fulfil her kinky request when she announces, "Ooh, wait!" and pushes me aside. She rises from the chair and skips naked through the kitchen to one of the drawers.
"I need a spoon!"
Her C-cup tits jiggle nicely as she hurries back and plops herself back down in the chair. Meanwhile, I start manipulating my prick slowly, carefully, above the waiting yoghurt pot.
Lately I've developed a technique that allows me to come without having an orgasm. It sounds crazy—what guy doesn't want an orgasm, you ask—but sometimes it has its advantages. For a start it allows me to prolong sex for hours. I can carry on fucking Jodhi immediately after coming in this way—there's no period of depletion like there is when I fully climax. So after shooting my jizz over her tits or her face, I can keep going straightaway and still have an orgasm at the end.
So here I am, slowly rubbing the tip of my penis with my fingertips, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the sensitized helmet. The trick is to stimulate the cock just to the point of orgasm—that moment when you feel a tingling in your balls and at the tip of your prick. You rub slowly for as long as possible, then stop yourself just before you're about to come. With a bit of practice you can halt the full orgasm but still release your load—slowly, usually a bit at a time. And this is what I'm doing right now into my sister's breakfast yoghurt. Jodhi's watching with naughty, glinting eyes as, eventually, a stream of watery semen pours out of my prick and pools up on the surface of the creamy yoghurt. This is the seminal fluid, without much of the actual sperm. For some reason, this method of wanking sends the juice first and the pulp later, so to speak. It takes a little bit more manipulation of my cock to release the thick, cloudy spunk itself, which now plops sluggishly onto the come I've already deposited there. Pinching the end of my prick to milk out every last drop, I hand Jodhi the yoghurt and she holds it up excitedly.
"Wow," she says, impressed. "That's a lot of cum! You're amazing." She licks her lips and stands up. "Sit here."
I swap places with her. The seat of the wooden dining chair is warm and I can feel her wet pussy juices on my balls and asshole. She's still really turned-on. Clutching the yoghurt in one hand and spreading her cunt with the other, Jodhi lowers herself onto my erect cock, sliding slowly down onto it and straddling me. That's another bonus of my new-found technique—I can maintain a serious erection immediately after coming.
"God, I love your cock, brother," she says, kissing me on the mouth. "It's so big..."
We snog with tongues for a little bit while she rides me gently, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. Then she breaks off the kiss and sits up, still with my cock inside her, and grabs her spoon from the dining table. She dips it into the little pot and brings up a spoonful of creamy yellow yoghurt mixed with slimy, glistening sperm. Some of it drips from the spoon back into the pot."Let's see how you taste this morning," she smiles, and pops it into her mouth. The spoon comes away clean and she opens her mouth to show me the yellow-white mess on her tongue. Then she moves it slowly around her mouth, savouring it before swallowing it down and smacking her lips.
"Yummy!"
She opens her mouth again to show me it's gone; her tongue is coated in a faint yellow-white smear.
"What does it taste like?" I ask, curious. Of course I've tried my own cum plenty of times before, but not in combination with yoghurt. Jodhi grins sexily and scoops up another spoonful.
"Try it."
I open my mouth and she pops it in.
It's not altogether unpleasant—in fact, it's quite delicious. Cold, slightly tangy lemon is the first thing my tongue encounters, undercut by the sweetness of the yoghurt itself. Then there is the still-warm spunk that slides over my tongue like an oyster—eggy and a bit salty. Together, the flavours complement each other quite well.
Jodhi raises an eyebrow for confirmation.
"Nice?"
I nod, motioning for her to kiss me. She leans forward and we French kiss so that I can transfer the cummy mouthful onto her tongue—which she swallows happily, the dirty slut. We kiss for a bit longer, Jodhi grinding her clit against the base of my cock, while I reach around with one hand and finger her bum-hole lightly.
"Always the ass..." she says, giggling.
"Sorry," I reply, moving my finger away.
"I'm teasing! Put it back. I love it, silly."
She continues riding me while I return my finger to her anus. We kiss with tongues that are tangy and lemony and I think about how I don't want the summer holidays to end. As if reading my mind, Jodhi whispers, "I wish we could fuck forever."
"Me too. Don't think about it."
"I love you, Jake."
She's looking at me with longing and sadness in her eyes.
"I love you too, Jo-Jo."
We kiss again, deeply, affectionately. Then, as if snapping out of it, Jodhi breaks off the kiss and straightens up, reaching over again for the yoghurt. Leaning back a little so that her tits stick out proudly, she takes the spoon and flicks some of the yoghurt-cum across her breasts. I don't need an invitation; I lean towards her—supporting her back with my hands—and lap at her yoghurt-splattered tits. I clean them thoroughly, leaving her skin shiny and sticky afterwards.
Next she daubs yoghurt on her nipples and I suck it off greedily.
"Harder," she orders. "Suck them harder."
I do as she asks, sucking on her nipples so forcefully that I think I might pull them off. This makes her arch her back and moan intensely as she grinds her clit against my pubic bone.
"God," Jodhi groans. "I'm going to come again. You're so deep inside me. Keep sucking my tits..."
She circles her hips slowly, then thrusts back and forth, repeating this movement over and over again while I suckle hard on her nipples.
"That's it," she breathes. "I'm close. Put your finger in my ass again..."
Supporting her back with one hand and forearm, I move the other hand down to her buttocks and stuff my middle finger right up her bum. The little hole is wet with pussy juice and it goes in easily, right up to the knuckle. She gives a little gasp.
"Jake, that feels soooo good!"
She is being stimulated in four places simultaneously: nipples, clit, g-spot and ass. It won't be long before she comes in a flood all over my cock. However, my concern is trying not to climax myself yet—even though my balls have been thoroughly drained for the time being, a full orgasm is just around the corner, and I want us to come at the same time.
"Oh God, Jake!" she repeats. "You're cock feels so fucking big inside me."
In order to delay the moment, I try to picture the biggest turn-offs I can possibly imagine. I close my eyes and conjure up a truly hideous image of two old people fucking.
Jodhi realise what I'm doing, for her low, sultry voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Mmm...My brother's big cock is filling my hot, wet cunt..."
God, how she loves to tease me.
I try to think of other repulsive turn-offs in a momentous effort to fight off my orgasm.
"And he's fingering my ass too! Dirty boy!"
"Jodhi, don't..."
She laughs wickedly. "My own brother! Trying not to shoot his cum inside his sister's pussy!"
"Jodhi, please! I want us to come together."
She drapes her arms over my shoulders and kisses me.
"Okay."
"Are you close?"
Her breath is hot and sweet in my mouth. "Ooh yeah. Really close."
"Make yourself come, then."
Leaning into me, she rolls her hips slowly back and forth, her wet pussy lips enveloping the base of my cock, her clit grazing my pubic hair. My finger is still in her ass, so when she moves her body backwards and forwards it slides in and out of her rectum—her anal ring's nice and tight because of her approaching orgasm.
"Ooh..." she moans. "I'm going to come!"
I feel her pussy clamp around my shaft like a velvet glove, and as she rides me vigorously her cunt is literally flooded with juices. She throws her head backward so that her chocolate-brown mane of hair tumbles down her back—it brushes against my hand and forearm as she tosses her head from side to side.
She moans so loudly I'm certain the neighbours on either side can hear it.
"Oh, fuuuuuck!" Jodhi cries. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Her legs are shaking tremulously either side of me, the vibrations making things shake on the dining table.
"Oh, God, Jake! I'm really fucking coming!"
She reaches out and clutches the table top, which makes the items on it shake even more. The spoon that is balanced on Jodhi's yoghurt pot clatters noisily onto the table surface; the water in Mum's vase of summer flowers sloshes and splashes about. Meanwhile, I no longer try to prevent my orgasm from happening and finally unleash my sperm inside her—three short squirts against the walls of her vagina. There's not much left in my balls after the yoghurt episode, but it's an incredible orgasm nevertheless.
Gradually, my sister's pleasure subsides and she stops thrashing about on my lap, collapsing in a hot, sweaty heap against me. Her breath is laboured and I can feel her tits rising and falling against my chest.
"Fuck, Jake..." she murmurs gratefully. "What you do to me..."
I run my hands up and down her back, my fingers lightly tracing her spine, and she shivers—her whole body momentarily covered in goosebumps.
"Mmm, that's nice."
We sit there like that until my thighs start aching and my gradually wilting penis slips out of her with a quiet 'plop'. She straightens her back and smiles at me, running a finger along my cheek and down to my lips. My cum leaks from her hot, puffy cunt and drips onto the seat of the chair between our legs.
"Fancy a shower?" she says, glowing with contentment.
I squeeze her ass affectionately. "Only if I can wash your boobs."
"My boobs? Not my ass? That makes a change..." She kisses me fleetingly on the lips and lifts herself off me. "Do you think Mrs Boxall heard me come just now?"
Mrs Boxall is the lady next door.
I grinned. "I think Mrs Ackroyd at the end of the bloody street heard you."
She leans back against the kitchen table and sweeps her tousled hair out of her face. "I am loud when I come, aren't I?"
"That's an understatement. It probably sounds like I'm murdering you."
"You shouldn't have such a big willy, then." She reaches over and gives it an adoring squeeze. I love it when Jodhi handles my penis in its limp state. She really knows how to touch a guy's cock—gently but with a firm, knowing grip. "It makes me come so easily. And speaking of cum..." She lets go of my tackle and picks up her half-finished yoghurt. "Want some?"
"You finish it," I say, standing up to relieve the ache in my thighs.
It feels so naughty, my sister and I being naked together in the kitchen like this. It feels naughtier here than in any other room in the house. Even though our garden is enclosed by six-foot hedges on both sides, the fact that someone can potentially see us through the kitchen window is really exciting. I picture Mrs Boxall peering over her hedge and seeing what we get up to each day. The old bat would probably have a heart attack.
Jodhi finishes her yoghurt in three big mouthfuls and tells me how nice my cum tastes. She even runs her fingers through her mucky pussy and tastes that too. "I'm all sticky," she says. "Let's go up and have a shower—clean ourselves up for Round Two."
She turns, and I watch her glorious naked ass as she strolls out of the room. Without looking back she says, "And yes, Jake, you can wash my boobs."
We take a shower together in Jodhi's en-suite bathroom. If there's one way in which we're different as siblings, it's that I am incredibly tidy and she's a complete pig—in terms of her room, anyway. Her en-suite is quite small, but it's always cluttered with mess: cosmetics lining the sink, dirty towels left on the floor, knickers and bras tangled up next to, as opposed to in, the laundry basket. It drives Mum insane. I don't really mind, of course; seeing Jodhi's discarded knickers on the floor or dangling saucily from the doorknob is always hot. It was particularly sexy in the days before we were fucking; her general sense of disorder meant that she'd never known I'd been touching them or sniffing them or wanking with them.
Right now we're both in her shower, crammed in fairly intimately and washing each other's bodies with her nice-smelling Mint & Tea-Tree shower gel. Jodhi wants us to use the main bathroom shower since it's much bigger, but always I enjoy being close to her like this as well as being in her feminine, private space, so I've insisted we use hers. As promised, she lets me soap up her tits, which I spend an inordinate amount of time on, while she enjoys washing my cock and balls.
"Bollocks!" I say at one point, peering through the steam at the toilet situated next to the shower.
"What's the matter?"
"I need to pee."
"So what? Go in here."
"In here? Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"Really?"
"Jake, don't be silly. Just pee for God's sake."
The thought of urinating in front of my sister is kind of weird, but I've had two or three cups of tea this morning so my bladder's absolutely full to bursting and I really need to go—Jodhi or no Jodhi. Since she's not bothered about it, I quickly come to the conclusion that there's probably no reason for me to be bothered either. So, grasping my soapy penis between my thumb and forefinger, I aim at the plughole and unleash a long, yellowy stream of urine into the stall.
The act of pissing in front of my sister isn't quite as embarrassing as I think it's going to be; in fact, it isn't embarrassing at all. It's kind of a turn-on. It must be for Jodhi, too, for no sooner have I begun peeing does she turn slightly and push her backside into the stream so that my piss splatters against her buttocks and runs down her legs. She then turns around again so that my golden rain cascades over her bushy pubic hair and thighs. I can't believe it—I'm actually peeing on my sister, and there's loads of it, too. Grinning inanely, I direct the stream upwards over her belly and she laughs wickedly. I try to pee on her tits, but unfortunately I can't quite reach them.
"Your wee smells like something familiar," she says, sniffing at the air. As my bladder finally empties, the last few drops splash her feet and disappear down the plughole. Jodhi sniffs the air again. "It smells like..."
"Like what?" I say, giving my cock a firm shake.
"Like...erm...Hang on, I'll get it in a minute..."
The water at the bottom of the stall is now pale yellow as it sloshes around our feet.
"I've got it!" she announces. "It smells like...Sugar Puffs!"
We both crack up.
"You're right," I say, chuckling. "It does smell like Sugar Puffs. What about yours?"
"I don't know. I don't really need to go."
"Try," I urge. For some reason I really want to see Jodhi pee.
She concentrates but it's no use—she can't make herself go. The look of intense effort on her face is quite funny though.
"Sorry," she says, turning down the corners of her mouth. "I can't! Maybe next time. I'll piss all over you if you like. Piss on my cute brother!"
"You're such a filthy cow," I mutter happily. The thought of my gorgeous twin sister peeing on me—a thought I'd never entertained before today—is suddenly unbelievably hot. I picture Jodhi standing over me and unleashing a torrent of her warm piss over my face, and I'm shocked at how far we seem willing to take this. The obscene fantasy instantly makes my cock rock hard.
"And you're such a hypocrite!" she retorts, reaching out and grasping my erection. "Look at the effect peeing on your sister has had on you, you filthy bugger!"
She gives it a sideways slap, surprisingly hard, and my dick lurches back and forth sharply.
"Ow!" I yell. "That fucking hurts!"
Laughing, she slaps it again to watch it bounce.
"Oi! Cut it out!" I start laughing too and grab her, clumsily pulling her against me so that we almost slip over. We wrestle for a few moments under the hot water, my soapy penis slipping about in the crack of her ass, and Jodhi laughs hysterically.
When we've finished messing about in the shower we get out and dry each other off, feeling up each other's dangly bits through our towels and smiling contentedly. Jodhi's hair always looks black when it's wet, and I love the way it hangs down her back, all dark and sleek, like it does now. She's about to wander off into the bedroom when I tut and switch the fan on.
"No wonder you've got that black stuff all around the shower," I tell her, opening a window for good measure.
Holding up a middle finger, Jodhi saunters naked out of the bathroom.
After I've tidied up a bit—wet towels and Jodhi's day-old underwear in the hamper, a quick wipe over of the shower stall—I follow her into her room. She's drying her hair at the dressing table mirror and her gorgeous brown locks seem like they're dancing about in slow motion all around her neck and face. In the background, 'Caught in a Moment' by Sugababes is blaring out of her iPod dock—sexy, sensual, romantic. Jodhi sways her head gently to the song as she's looking at me in the mirror. She pouts and blows me an air kiss.
I try to speak over the din of her hairdryer.
"God, you're beautiful, Jo-Jo." To me, she looks a little like Felicity Jones.
"Huh?"
I repeat my complement over the noise but again it drowns me out.
She shrugs her shoulders and mouths silently—"Huh?"—so I shake my head and grin at her.
She switches off the hairdryer.
"What did you say?"
"I said, You're beautiful."
Jodhi smiles sweetly, flashing her perfect teeth. She really is beautiful, there's no doubt about it. It's not a matter of opinion. Her brown eyes threaten to swallow me up.
"Thank you," she replies. "And you're very good looking." She stops for a moment and listens to the song as it reaches its chorus. "God, I fucking love this song. It reminds me of us."
I concentrate on the lyrics, something I don't usually do with songs. Jodhi sings along, her eyes closed and her naked body swaying gently.
"Broke thru barriers...passed a state of mind...I'm not scared no more..." She opens her eyes and looks at me as she sings the next line. "It feels divine..."
"I see what you mean," I say, finding my sister incredibly alluring as she sways to the music.
"It's our song," she continues. "I'm caught in a moment, my beautiful brother. Falling deeper, losing my control."
The song returns to its chorus and Jodhi reaches out a hand.
"Come here and kiss me."
I wander over and kiss her on the lips. Her face is warm from the hairdryer; so is her damp hair as I caress it lovingly. I'm about to give her boobs a gentle squeeze—a typical guy thing to do during a romantic moment—when she playfully turns the hairdryer on me, shooing me away.
"Okay, okay," I say, holding my hands in the air.
I wander over to her single bed, moving aside the small, untidy pile of clothes that's sitting there so I can lay down on it. There's a copy of Heat magazine by her pillow, and I begin thumbing through it while fingering at my still-damp pubes.
The Sugababes' song finishes and 'You Should Really Know' by The Pirates comes on next; I can't tell if her iPod is on shuffle or if it's a compilation. Again, she rocks rhythmically to the music as she dries her hair, her lips moving soundlessly along to the words. I flick ahead in Jo's magazine to find an article on Christina Aguilera entitled 'Forty, Pregnant & Naked'.
"You look so hot," Jodhi says, turning off the hairdryer and smiling at me in the mirror. She snatches up a can of deodorant from her cluttered dresser and sprays a dose under each arm. Within seconds I can smell the sickly-sweet fragrance drifting over—'Charlie Red' by Revlon. She has this in an eau-de-toilette, too, which she's now dabbing delicately on her wrists and under her ears, knowing full well how much I love it on her. For my benefit she also dabs it cheekily on her nipples and just below her belly button. Mum bought her an expensive bottle of Chanel for her eighteenth birthday but she rarely wears it, probably because she knows this drives me wild instead.
She stands up, briefly inspects her gorgeous, naked body in the wardrobe mirror, then comes over and slides herself down beside me, inverted, so that we're top-and-tailing. She strokes the whole length of my leg with lazy, trailing fingers, all the way from my ankle to my thigh and back again.
Again, she's singing along to the track playing on her iPod, this time cheesing it up big time.
"You should really know...I ain't playin' you...your love is all I'm living for..." She stops singing and, with her bare knee, nudges my ribs gently. "Are you enjoying my girls' magazine, Jake?"
"It's awesome," I reply with clear sarcasm. "Really intellectual stuff."
"Just like Zoo," she scoffs, flicking the end of my limp penis.
"I'll have you know that Zoo is a sophisticated lifestyle magazine."
"Yeah, big tits and football..."
"Exactly."
We laugh and I toss her magazine aside while Jodhi reaches across and fondles my flaccid penis. She flips it back and forth curiously between her fingers. "You've got such a nice cock, Jake. I think it's the nicest I've ever seen."
"How many have you seen?" I ask, genuinely interested.
She does a quick mental count. "Six—including yours."
"Really? Is that all?" I'm genuinely surprised. "How many of them have you sucked?"
"Hmm...all of them except one. Josh Mendes. I only gave him a handjob. He wanted to me to suck him off but I wasn't ready for that. He was the first boy I went out with." She smiles and raises an eyebrow. "God, that was three years ago..."
I remember Mendes well. He was in our year but left school a while ago now. Complete twat.
"Do you remember the first time you tasted a guy's cum?" I ask.
Jodhi nods. "Yeah. I thought it tasted a bit like Mum's boiled cabbage, but other than that..." She smiles again, reflecting. "Ollie Hackett. Back seat of his car. It was my first blowjob and he came in my mouth almost straight away. Dirty bastard didn't give me any warning!"
I grin at her. "Spit or swallow?"
"Swallowed, of course—although I nearly choked on it because I wasn't expecting it. I don't really get why girls make such a fuss about swallowing a boy's cum. It feels amazing pumping down your throat." Jodhi suddenly affects a nasal, American high school accent and rolls her eyes. "Like, get over it..."
"You like how mine tastes, then?" I ask.
"As if you have to ask me that, the number of times I've swallowed your spunk! Silly-billy, I love it." She raises an eyebrow suggestively. "It's not about the taste anyway..."
"What do you mean?"
She grins naughtily and bites her lower lip.
"You know exactly what I mean. The thing that turns me on about swallowing your cum is that you're my brother and it's forbidden."
I kiss her gently on her toes.
"Does it all turn you on as much now as when we first started doing stuff?"
"It's better," she says, staring dreamily into my eyes. "We're much closer now than we've ever been, don't you think? I feel so...connected to you, Jake. That first time was, oh, fucking amazing, but what we have now is perfect. And it's always going to be exciting because it's taboo. Every time we fuck or I suck you off, it's just as naughty as the first time. It's the most amazing thing I've experienced, Jake—seriously. Not only are you really good in bed, but you're also my best friend now." She sighs deeply. "That's why it's going to be so hard to stop seeing each other like this."
I nod unhappily. "We still have three and a half weeks left."
"Yep. Three and a half weeks of my brother's big willy."
"Aw, Jo-Jo," I groaned, "do you have to call it that? 'Cock' sounds much more...masculine."
"Yeah, but somehow 'willy' reminds me that you're my brother. It's what we used to call it years ago, remember?"
I stare up at her ceiling and try to forget our previous topic of conversation, which truly depresses me. The thought of us going away to separate universities—Jodhi to Durham and me to Bath (practically opposite ends of the country)—and, worse, vowing never to be sexually intimate ever again with each other is one of the most difficult things I've ever had to contemplate. When we began this a few weeks ago we promised each other it would last just for this summer and remain harmless, if totally immoral, fun—we both knew it would save us a lot of pain and complications later on down the line if we made this just a one-time thing. I don't think either of us thought it would deepen our relationship in such an emotional way, though. Neither of us anticipated falling in love like we have.
Jesus, I need to lighten the tone a bit, I think.
"How many words can you think of for 'penis'?" I say randomly.
This was a game we used to play during long, boring car journeys, only our topics were usually innocent and family-friendly: Beatles songs, Brad Pitt movies, US states...
"Uh, I don't know..." Jodhi replies. "Er, ten?"
I go straight in with twelve. Jodhi runs her hand through her hair.
"Fuck it, I'll try thirteen."
I think about it for a second, then declare foolishly: "Sixteen."
"Do it!" Jodhi says with a mocking laugh. "But if you lose, you get to do a forfeit, okay?"
"Of course. Same goes for you if I win."
"Right, the forfeit is...one of us does all the jobs on Mum's list, while the other gets the afternoon off."
I make a deep snoring sound, my head dropping slowly forward, and then I pretend to snap awake.
"Boring, Jo-Jo... Make it sexy or dirty or something!"
"There's no challenge in that," Jodhi says. "I'll do anything you want sex-wise, you know that. However, I'm less inclined to vacuum every carpet in the house or wash the windows."
"Fine," I say, already collating a list of potential words in my head. I'm suddenly worried I'll not reach sixteen.
With that Jodhi scoots up into a seating position, her legs tucked underneath so that her thighs are parted wide. For a moment I wonder if she's trying to put me off with her pussy.
"Go on then," she says, folding her arms.
"Right," I reply, and I fire off six or seven words in quick succession. "Penis, cock, dick, willy, schlong, pee-pee..." I pause, searching my mind quickly, for I know Jo will start putting on the pressure really soon. "Uh, one-eyed trouser snake...bald-headed yoghurt slinger...uh, meat and two veg..."
Jodhi's been keeping count and holds up her splayed fingers.
Nine.
Not bad, I think, but I'm now starting to struggle.
"Come on," she cajoles, grinning.
"Uh...johnson, pecker, weiner..."
"Gone American, eh?"
"Shut up, Jo! I'm trying to concentrate." She giggles. "How many is that?" I ask.
"Twelve."
"Shit! Uh..." I wrack my brain for more options but none are coming to mind. Fuck. I really don't want to do Jodhi's share of the household jobs. "Uh..."
"One minute time limit imposed!" Jodhi cries gleefully, and reaches over to grab her bedside clock. She bounces up and down as she watches the minute hand intently.
"Err..." I struggle. "Fuck! Why can't I think of any more fucking words?"
"Thirty seconds..."
My mind is blank. All I can think of is emptying bins and pegging out washing.
"Ten seconds..."
I roll onto my stomach and bury my face in my hands. "Fuuuck!"
"Time's up!"
Jo springs to her knees and then straddles my back so that I can feel her pussy and its fuzz against my naked skin. Then she starts bouncing up and down on me like I'm a bouncy castle. "Loser! Loser! You've now got to be my slave all afternoon!"
I roll onto my back, throwing her roughly onto the bed, and she laughs manically.
"My mind just went blank..." I begin, shaking my head in frustration.
Jodhi props herself up on her elbows and blows a strand of hair out of her face.
"There are so many left, too," she says. "You could have had 'boner'..." At this point she leans over and runs her palm over my flaccid penis.
"Or 'love-sausage'..."
She now bends down and gives it a gentle kiss.
"Or 'package'..."
She licks it slowly from balls to tip.
"'Member'..."
Two more kisses, one on the underside, one on the helmet. She looks up at me, clearly horny.
"Want to sixty-nine?" she offers, smiling naughtily. I don't hesitate in my response.
"Is the Pope Catholic?"
Needing no further encouragement, Jodhi moves on top of me, swinging one leg across so that she's straddling my face. Her body feels warm against mine and her cunt smells clean and lovely, just inches from my mouth. I enjoy the way her tits crush against my stomach as she lowers her head and takes my swollen, floppy cock all the way down, until I feel her nose touching my balls. Then she pulls on my dick with her lips, making it stretch like elastic, and begins sucking on me slowly and sensually. It doesn't take long before I'm hard and touching the back of her throat.
'I Like That' by Houston comes on, its bump-and-grind tempo perfectly suited to getting down-and-dirty with my super-slutty sister.
"God, Jo-Jo," I groan weakly as she sucks my dick. "You're so good at that." I then raise my head to her cunt and reciprocate.
The outer lips of her pussy taste faintly of shower gel and when I spread them wide with my fingers I see she's already dripping wet, her hole opening easily to receive my prodding tongue. Her asshole smells nice and clean now too, and my nose is practically pushing inside it as I jab at her cunt. She tastes exactly like salted caramel down there.
Jodhi stops for a moment to issue directions.
"No," she purrs, "lick my clit," and without missing a beat she's back to the job of sucking me off.
I transfer my tongue to her hardened little bud and start lapping away at it while Jodhi starts moving her ass in time to the song, which also makes her clit slide back and forth as I'm licking it. We get a good rhythm going together using the song's sexy baseline, and pretty soon my sister's close to the edge. She's still sensitive from her previous orgasms, so her climax happens within a minute. I can tell she's about to come because she starts sucking me faster and harder and her hips rotate more intensely above my face.
Even though I've already come twice this morning, I don't find it hard to do it a third time.
We're both making deep 'Mmm' sounds as we pleasure each other and, using the song as our stimulus, we get our timing absolutely spot-on. Just as Jodhi comes and floods my tongue with her juices, I shoot off two or three small gobs of spunk into her warm, sucking mouth. It's an intense orgasm for both of us—it always is when we sixty-nine—but this morning it's particularly good. I can feel her swallowing my sperm as her head bobs up and down and my toes are tingling like hell. Above me, her pussy is a wet, glistening mess and she's rubbing it all over my face. I lap at it with long, slow strokes of my tongue.
Gradually, our orgasms dissipate and fade, and we lay there in the sixty-nine position for a while, kissing each other's wet and tingly genitals.
"My god, that felt good," Jodhi sighs deeply, finally rolling onto her back.
"Yeah," I reply, a little dazed from the pleasure of it all. My balls are actually aching from the effort of coming three times in short succession. "God, my balls hurt, Jo! We might have to leave it a bit before we do anything else."She props herself up on her elbows.
"That's a shame," she says, lightly fingering her bullet-like nipples. "I had something else in mind. Something you'd definitely like."
I perk up immediately.
"What?"
"Guess."
I don't miss a beat. "Anal?"
"Nope."
I frown disappointedly. "What, then?"
She shifts around on the bed and scooches up next to me, her finger trailing through my scant chest hair. "I would like..."
She's staring deep into my eyes and looks incredibly seductive. I'd do anything she wants right now, no question.
"Yeah...?"
"I want you to..."
Her mouth is close to mine and I can feel her breath on my lips. It smells faintly of semen and toothpaste and it's strangely erotic.
"Yes, Jodhi?"
"I want you to make me..."
She suddenly drops the whole seductive act and smiles wickedly.
"I want you to make me a nice cup of tea. Just before you start your chores."
I whack her in the face with a pillow.
"Tease," I say, and swing my legs over the side of her bed.
"You love it," she replies, and gives my naked ass a sharp but loving smack as I get up from the bed.
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