"Andy, are you, home?"
"Yeah, Sis," the boy called from upstairs. "I'm just grabbing a quick shower."
He hadn't had time after football practice, figuring that his mother would already be home. So, the youth had jogged home in his workout trunks, carrying his clothing and books.
Christy Glenn mounted the stairs and went into the bathroom. It was starting to fill with steam from the shower, and her hair misted slightly as she walked into the room. "Where's Mom?" she asked.
"I don't know," Andy said from the roaring shower stall. "She must have gotten held up at school."
Quickly, the pretty redheaded teenager pulled her sweater off over her head. She kicked off her shoes and slid the tight jeans and panties off over the long hard flesh of her legs. Her body was slender and tight, the result of hours spent in the school gymnasium. Her tits stood high and full, the flesh translucent and pale, and were tipped by large nipples that already jutted out from the areolas from nothing more than the friction of the sweater.
The girl looked for all the world like a teenaged version of her mother, just as her brother Andy was the very image of their father. The youth already stood at nearly six feet. His shoulders and chest were huge for his age, his legs long and well muscled from school athletics. His hair was thick and curly, the same sandy blond as their father.
That was what Christy saw most when she looked at her brother, his resemblance to her father. The girl had worshiped the man, and even though she hadn't seen him in several months she held a perfect picture of her dad in her mind. She remembered the games they had played, the way he held her on his lap and caressed her hair, the he had tucked her into bed, even when she had grown to be a teenager. She loved him very much, and she knew that he loved her as well.
Sometimes, she felt responsible for her parents' break-up and subsequent divorce.
Now that he was gone, the girl couldn't seem to let go of the idea that part of it was her fault. All she knew for sure, however, was that he was gone. All she had left of him were photographs. Those and the obvious resemblance of her brother Andy.
Sliding the shower door aside, she joined her brother in the glass and tile enclosed booth. Andy looked up in surprise. He had just finished soaping his chest and belly and was about to move on down to his cock. Instead, he stood there looking at his baby sister in amazement.
"Perhaps you can tell me what the hell you're doing," he was finally able to say.
"What's the matter, big brother?" she asked teasingly. "We used to take baths together all the time."
"Yeah," he said, "but that was when we were little kids. Things are a little different now."
"Things are a lot different, I'd say," she smiled, glancing appreciatively at the huge cock that hung between her older brother's legs. "You didn't have anything like that when we were playing in the bathtub."
"You're right," he said, really noticing the firm tits on his baby sister and the bush of fine red hair that was growing silky and shining between her hard young thighs.
"Here," she said, taking the soapy washrag from him and handing him the container of liquid soap. "You soap me up, and I can do the same for you."
With that, Christy took her brother's large prick in her hand and began lovingly washing it. She held the slab of cockmeat up and moved the cloth down to suds the huge sac of the boy's balls.
"Don't just stand there, Andy," she sighed, her voice having gone almost as low as a husky whisper. "Can't you find something on me that you'd like to rub soap on?"
Without another word, Andy poured a handful of the creamy liquid into one palm. He rubbed his hands together until the soap thickened and then applied it directly to his sister's hard-nippled tits.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed quietly, feeling the electric currents that ran through her nipples everytime the boy brushed a soapy finger across them.
Andy's prick stood proud and hard in her soapy hands, pulsing so forcefully beneath her touch that the girl could feel it jerk and move with her motions. Her own pussy was beginning to drip and run from the effects of his hands moving across her mounds of tit meat.
"Rub me good and hard, big brother," she cooed. "Rub that slimy soap all over my tits."
The boy pinched them up until Christy's head rolled back, her full red lips in a sucking oval of pleasure. He crushed the tit mounds fiercely, digging his fingers deep into the luscious melons.
"Mom's going to be home soon," the boy grunted as his sister allowed the steaming water to rinse the thick layer of soap from his prick.
"Yes," the girl said, "but not before I get a little something out of this."
Christy knelt on the tiled floor of the shower and began kissing and licking at her brother's swollen prick. It tasted so good to her, so clean and meaty. And yet, in spite of the soaping she had given it, there was the trace of man smell that permeated the sensitive flesh. The more she licked and sucked at his cock, the stronger the odor grew.
"Oh God, Christy," he moaned as the young girl took the twitching cock knob between her lips, "that feels so damned good."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, big brother," she said, grinning up at him with a lecherous twinkle in her eyes.
In an instant, she had pulled the huge cock knob all the way into her mouth and was beginning to suck it down into the depths. Like a mad thing, she pulled and slurped the boy's prick into her mouth.
Yes, oh yes, Daddy, she fantasized silently. It's as good as it could ever be.
Abandoning the cock with her lips, she stood and faced the youth. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Their tongues fenced briefly, and then Christy shoved hers deep into Andy's hungry mouth.
"Fuck me," she grunted, raising one foot and resting it on the top of the shower's low wall. She pressed her firm ass against the tile wall. "Shove that beautiful big cock all the way up into my belly."
Christy pulled her brother forward, fisting his cock shaft and rubbing the quivering cockhead between the swollen lips of her pussy.
"Give it to me," she begged. "Don't make me wait any longer."
Andy had no intention of making her wait. He pushed forward until the cock knob was lodged firmly inside his sister's tight hot cunt. Then, in a rush, he fucked the whole thing into her dripping pussy, making Christy gasp sharply. Her eyes flew wide as he fucked all the way into her.
"Oh… oh Christ, yesss!" she panted, pushing her ass forward to meet his prick. "Fuck my hole out good, baby!"
The boy grabbed her tit in his left hand and used his other to take a biting hold on one firm ass cheek. Then he started slamming in and out of her. His hand pinched her nipple up fiercely, nearly bringing tears to the girl's eyes and forcing her to bite her lip from the combination of pleasure and pain.
In and out, he fucked while clawing at her ass and tits. Over and over, he pulled his rampaging prick out of her steaming depths until only the cockhead was buried between the bruised cuntlips. Then he would fuck back in, plowing her dripping cunt until he had pinned her ass back against the wall.
"Unh, unh, unh!" she grunted, throwing herself fiercely to meet her brother's attack.
But in her head, the girl was lost in her own fantasies. In her mind, it was not Andy whose huge prick was buried in her dripping pussy. It was her father's. It was his prick plowing deeply into her young body. It was his hand that pinched and massaged her bruised and tormented tit meat. His hand that clawed at her ass.
Fuck me, Daddy, she begged silently. Show your little girl how much you love her.
Then Andy fucked his finger deep into the girl's ass, and the waves of orgasm that had been sweeping over Christy became tidal waves.
"Aarghh!" she screamed, throwing herself against her brother until it was all he could do to keep both of them from falling in the slippery shower. Lust burned out her sanity, and the girl felt lost in the screaming reaches of pleasure and pain.
"Oh, Christ," Andy grunted. "I'm going to… I'm cumming…"
She could feel the boy's prick swelling to even greater size far back in her pussy hole. The cockhead had become a piledriver of meat, and she pounded at it as hard as she could in an attempt to pull him entirely into her young body.
Then the boy exploded. That first gout of cock cream that shot into her nearly made the young girl weep with the joy of it. His cum filled her pussy entirely, splashing like hot add on the tender meat of her cunt and bringing on an entirely new series of orgasms that Christy hadn't even imagined were possible.
Over and over, his throbbing cock spurted gobs of hot cum into the girl's guts, and with each she leaped into yet another seizure of lust.
Finally, the boy's prick emptied into her, and he clung to Christy. She trembled against him, feeling the heat of his skin, feeling the occasional twitching of his prick as it lay still buried in her pussy.
"Jesus, little sister," Andy sighed as he leaned against Christy, "that was fantastic. But we can't let this happen again. What if you were to get pregnant or something?"
"I'm not stupid, Andy," she sighed, trying to regain her breath. "I've been protected for over a year now. And as far as this ever happening again, I can only tell you that I've just gotten started."
With that, the young girl lowered her foot from its position on the side of the tub, and Andy stepped back. The entire bathroom was filled with steam to the point that they could barely see each other through the fog. She reached across and turned off the cascading water.
"Now," she said, opening the door and grabbing a towel from the rod, "let's get out of here before Mom does come home and catch us."
Toweling off, Christy dressed and ran to her room to comb out her wet hair. As she finished, she heard the front door open.