When Jenny woke up from her nap she wasn't sure of the date, time, or place. She unwrapped herself from the bedspread, startled to find herself stark naked, the bedspread under her ass moist, as if she'd wet the bed, she began to put things together, to recall what had happened before she'd fallen asleep. She hadn't taken an afternoon nap in many years, and she had never in her life slept stark naked, so at first she thought she might be dreaming, dreaming that she'd just woken up from a nap, dreaming that she was naked.
She pinched herself on the tender skin of her flank, to see if it would hurt.
"Ouch!" she said. She had definitely had not dreamed that pinch.
She stretched and yawned and forced herself to get up. She felt groggy. She felt like going back to sleep and sinking back into blissful forgetfulness, for she remembered now, remembered all that had happened since she'd got home from school this afternoon, and her face turned red with shame.
She debated whether to take a cold shower, a sort of punishment for her filthy behavior, or whether to put on her gymnastics outfit and do some hard exercise. She decided on the exercise. She needed activity to help take her mind off things.
Since nobody was going to see her, she didn't bother to put on a support bra or panties under her one-piece gymnastics uniform. Her legs and feet were naked, and she tied up her hair in back in a ponytail. Then she went down to the basement, which was outfitted with a large exercise mat, weights, and gymnastics equipment. On the exercise mat she sank immediately into a full split and began doing bending stretches. Since she wasn't warmed up, the stretches hurt, but pain was what she was after – she deserved punishment for her shameful behavior.
When Skip arrived home from wrestling practice an hour later, Jenny was dripping with sweat. She'd just about knocked herself out with stretching, calisthenics, and vigorous exercises on various apparatus. Skip, dressed in jeans, T-shirt, and athletic shoes without socks, dropped his gym bag on the floor and smiled at his twin sister, who was stretching in the full split position up on the balance beam, her toes pointed, a look of determination on her face.
"Hey, Sis, take it easy, there ain't any coach around to slave drive you today – or any parents, either. You're gonna pull a muscle and lay yourself up for a week."
Jenny looked up, wiping sweat off her face. She couldn't remember when she'd ever worked out so hard.
"I'm almost done," she said. "Mom left microwave dinners for us. I'll pop them in in a few minutes."
"Cool it," Skip said. "No need to hurry. I'm gonna take it easy with the folks gone, take a vacation of my own, not bust my ass rushing around doing homework and stuff. It's gonna be a relief having them off my back for a few weeks."
Jenny brought her legs together and slid down off the balance beam. As her feet hit the mat, a wave of dizziness caused her to lose her balance, and she staggered. She'd literally knocked herself out by overdoing her exercises.
Skip caught her before she fell, and her head fell against his chest. "Hey, are you all right?"
Wrapped in her brother's arms, Jenny started to tremble, and Skip held her tighter, pressing up against her. He stroked her head. His leg pressed up between her thighs, rubbing hard against her crotch.
"Sis, what's wrong?"
A wild excitement saturated Jenny's loins and suddenly she found herself in the throes of an orgasm. She clung to her twin brother, her body shuddering, her spasming teen crotch pressed to his muscular thigh. Her eyes rolled back and her bare toes clutched at the mat. The orgasm lasted only a few seconds, then passed away as quickly as it had come on.
Jenny pushed out of her brother's arms, trying to laugh. "I'm all right. I think I hyperventilated or something. I was doing some deep-breathing exercises before you came in."
Skip studied her. "I thought you were gonna faint. You sure you're all right?"
"Of course, silly." Jenny did a cartwheel to show that she'd regained her balance. Her ponytail flip-flopped.
"If you say so," Skip said. He picked up his gym bag. "You know how to operate the washer and dryer? I got a shit-load of workout clothes to wash."
"I'll wash them for you," Jenny said.
"I can do it," said Skip. "Just show me how to operate the machines."
"I said I'll do it," Jenny said, taking the gym bag away from her brother. "And dinner will be ready in a half hour."
Skip went upstairs and Jenny went to the basement laundry room. She emptied Skip's gym bag on the floor – T-shirts, gym trunks, sweat-socks, and a jockstrap. Jenny began loading the clothing into the washer, but paused when she discovered that the pouch of Skip's jockstrap was moist. The woven, elastic pouch had supported Skip's balls only a short while ago at wrestling practice. Jenny started to tremble again and her breathing quickened.
What's happening to me? she thought. Then, as if she'd lost control of herself, she lifted the jockstrap to her nose and inhaled the scent of her brother's ball-sweat.
Her head whirled inside and she fell against the washer to keep from falling over with dizziness.
Am I losing my mind? she wondered. What am I doing? But even as she wondered, she couldn't help herself and she kept the jockstrap pressed to her nose, inhaling the scent of her brother's balls. Her right hand moved down between her thighs and her middle finger slipped under the crotch of her gymnastics uniform and up into her cunt. She started finger-fucking herself.
Each inhalation of her brother's ball-scent caused such a rush of excitement through her body that she nearly came. Her middle finger pistoned rapidly in her cunt and her fuck-juices dribbled down her hand and thighs. She couldn't stop herself. It was as if she were losing her mind. The throbbing feelings overwhelmed her body and she cared about nothing else but the pleasure.
"Oh, Skip!" she moaned, rocking her loins and humping as she finger-fucked her pussy. She chewed on the sweat-moist jockstrap, sucking on it. She wanted to eat it, to swallow the flavor of her brother's balls. She closed her eyes, remembering how Skip had held her just minutes ago, and suddenly she was over the brink. Her eyes crossed as her body jerked with ecstasy.
She rubbed the jockstrap all over her face as she came, her pussy sucking fiercely at her thrusting middle finger, her body trembling with each delicious spasm. She leaned against the washer for support. If it hadn't been there, she would have collapsed on the concrete floor and rolled herself into a ball, squeezing her thighs together and crushing out the itchy, throbbing pleasure that racked her cunt.
When she'd regained her senses and caught her breath, she dropped the jockstrap into the washer with the rest of her brother's clothing and she set the water temperature to hot. Before she went upstairs, she wiped the insides of her thighs clean of pussy-juice with a towel.
At the dinner table a half hour later, Skip sat across from Jenny without either shoes on or a shirt. Jenny could hardly take her eyes off his muscles. Because she couldn't see the lower half of his body, he looked stark naked to her. From time to time his bare feet and her bare feet accidentally met under the table, and Jenny quickly drew her feet back. When this happened Skip would glance up and smile at her, and Jenny's face would flush with heat.
"I suppose you wanna know why I'm not wearing a shirt at the dinner table," Skip said.
"You read my mind," Jenny said.
"I'm not wearing a shirt just for the hell of it," Skip said. "Know what I mean? I mean, why wear a shirt on a warm evening like this just because I'm eating dinner? It's stupid. A guy oughta be comfortable."
"Mom would have a fit," Jenny said.
"I know," Skip said. "So would Dad. Which makes it that much more fun. They got all these stupid rules we're supposed to follow, even if the rules don't make any sense. Well, while they're gone I'm only gonna do what makes sense to me. Do you realize this is the first time in our lives we've been left alone in this house? This is the first time in my life I've ever been able to do what I want around here."
"I know what you mean," Jenny said.
Skip laughed, then patted his bare stomach and belched.
That night, for the first time that Jenny could remember, she couldn't sleep. She usually fell sound asleep at night the moment her body hit the bed, and then she slept like a dead person. Nothing short of somebody shaking her violently and shouting her name repeatedly could wake her up once she had slipped into deep sleep. Her mother often complained about the ordeal it was trying to wake up Jenny for school in the morning.
Maybe it was the accidental nap this afternoon that was interfering with her sleep now. Or maybe it was that her mind wouldn't stop churning. She kept thinking about the things she'd found in Skip's dresser drawer – the panties and cunt-hairs, the notebook in which he'd written things she couldn't believe. And then she remembered the way he'd caught her this afternoon in his arms and the way she'd immediately had an orgasm. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. How could such a thing have happened? And she remembered the smell of Skip's jockstrap, still moist with the sweat of his balls. She'd actually sniffed it. She must have been out of her mind. And she'd jerked off sniffing it. How could she have done such a thing?
Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly when some light started beaming in under her bedroom door. Somewhere out there Skip had turned on a light. She listened for the sound of him using the bathroom, but she couldn't hear anything. Her bedside digital clock read nearly one in the morning. What was Skip doing up at this hour? Maybe he couldn't sleep either. She strained her ears for a while longer, then, hearing nothing, she got up as quietly as she could and stole from her room to investigate.
The hallway light was off, as was the bathroom light. Down at the end of the hallway, light beamed out through Skip's half open door. Holding her breath, Jenny tiptoed toward the light. She was dressed in nothing but her negligee. Peeking around Skip's half open door, she looked into his bedroom.
Skip stood stark naked in front of his dresser, his moving hand wrapped around his cock. The upper, left-hand drawer of his dresser was open and girls' panties spilled out onto the dresser top and floor. Skip had one of the panties pressed to his nose and was inhaling its scent, his eyes closed, his head swaying as if he were drugged. As he sniffed the panties and masturbated, fuck-lube dripped from the tip of his cock.
Jenny grabbed the door frame for support. Her head swam and she thought she might faint. The sight of her twin brother masturbating was almost more than she could stand. Her body flushed with heat from scalp to toes. Waves of lust pulsed from her loins and streamed to all parts of her body. She gazed in a trance, her eyes followed each rhythmic stroke of her brother's hand. Pussy-juice dribbled like hot sap down the insides of her thighs.
"Mmm, yeahhh!" Skip sighed. "Pussy!"
He rubbed the silky panties all over his face and over his chest and nipples. He released his cock and let it quiver and throb in mid-air.
Jenny thought she must be hallucinating. That wasn't a cock sticking out of her brother's loins, it was a billy-club, or a rattlesnake. A cock that enormous couldn't be real! The line drawings of the erect male organ Jenny had studied in her sex-education books had looked nothing like this, or at least nowhere near this big. Jenny remembered the text beneath the drawings. 'The normal male penis ranges from 4 to 7 inches.' Skip's cock looked almost twice the size Jenny thought it should be. And it was alive, throbbing crazily and dripping fluid.
Suddenly, Skip dropped the panties and swung toward the door and Jenny reacted instantly, jerking back out of sight before Skip caught sight of her. Then she ran tiptoe down the carpeted hallway to her room. In seconds, she was back behind her closed bedroom door and climbing into bed. She lay back, her heart pounding, sweat misting her forehead.
I must have been crazy! she thought. She had no time for anymore thoughts, because suddenly her door knob turned and her door opened a crack.
Jenny held her breath, watching as her bedroom door inched open wider and Skip slipped into her room. She could just make out his silhouette in the darkness. As he tiptoed toward her bed, Jenny let out her breath slowly, then tried to mimic the breath of a sleeper. Skip stood over her, looking down at her awhile. Then, he lowered himself until he was kneeling beside the bed. His breathing was heavy and shaky.
"Man!" he whispered. "Baby!"
Slowly, carefully, he raised the skirt of Jenny's negligee and uncovered her to the waist. He lowered his face between her thighs and kissed her muff.
Jenny stifled a gasp. She fought to keep her breathing deep and even. Skip laid his hands on the thighs and pushed on them, spreading her legs wider. His thumbs pressed into the spongy edges of her blonde pussy-lips and peeled them apart. He breathed hotly against her open crotch.
"Baby! Candy-cunt!" Skip pressed his lips to Jenny's cunt and gave her clit a sucking kiss.
Jenny's eyes rolled back behind her closed lids. An electric shock coursed through her loins, the sensations shooting all the way to her toes, which clutched sensuously. Her fingers dug into the bed sheets.
"Mmmm, baby!" Skip whispered, kissing up and down the inside of her cunt-lips, sucking up the dewy droplets of pussy-nectar. He nuzzled her clit and his tongue slipped up into her cunt.
Jenny couldn't stop herself. She sighed out loud, her loins straining upward, her cunt working itself deeper onto her brother's squirming tongue. Peering down at Skip through nearly closed eyelids, she saw the silhouette of his blonde head bobbing between her thighs. He growled softly, drinking her fuck-juices as he licked out her contracting pussy-hole.
Did he know that she was awake? If he did, he apparently didn't care. Maybe, though, he thought she was still sleeping. Maybe if he knew she was awake he'd freak out and run away and Jenny didn't want him to run away. She wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. She wasn't going to announce her wakefulness to Skip, but at the same time she couldn't very well control the reflexive responses of her young body to his cunt-sucking.
She breathed rapidly, letting out little gasps of pleasure, squirming against the mattress, her head tossing slowly from side to side. She kept her eyes closed enough so Skip, glancing up at her couldn't tell whether she was asleep or awake.
Skip pulled his tongue out of her. He was painting. Carefully, he pushed her negligee up higher, bunching the gauzy shift up above her tits. Then he rose up, leaning over her nakedness, and he kissed her tits and nipples, nibbled his way down her satin-smooth belly, licked out her navel and nuzzled his way back down to her cunt.
"Oh, Jenny!" He spread her legs wider, actually lifting up her thighs and pressing them to her tits. Sitting on the bed, he bent over her crotch and started slurping, lapping up the pussy-nectar that bubbled from her madly throbbing cunt and dribbled down her crotch. His tongue slipped between her asscheeks, slurping down the length of it, tasting her tangy ass-sweat and her pink, twitching asshole. His tongue probed her asshole and entered it.
Jenny's head swam. Even though she was lying on her back, she nearly fainted. The shock, the excitement, the pleasure were almost more than she could bear. Never in her life had anything entered her asshole, not even a finger, let alone somebody's tongue. She could not believe this was happening, nor could she believe the pleasure her brother's asshole reaming was giving her. She panted with each flick of his tongue against the sensitive walls of her asshole. Her toes spread and clutched and wriggled. She started to wiggle her ass, rubbing it in her brother's face.
Skip was growling, thrusting his tongue deeper up her tasty girlish butt-hole, rubbing his nose against her wet crotch. As the fuck-juices ran out of her cunt, they dribbled against Skip's nose and lips. He pulled his tongue out of her asshole and licked her crotch clean. Then he drove his tongue to the hilt up her cunt. As he licked her out, he pumped wildly on his lube-oozing prick.
Jenny's fingernails nearly tore through the bed sheets. She resisted with all her strength the impulse to grab her brother's head and to crush his face against her pleasure-raw crotch. Her entire body pulsed with sensation. Her nipples and toes and clit all felt like they were going to split open. She had never dreamed such pleasure was possible, pleasure so intense it verged on pain.
Skip buried his nose between her crotch-lips, rubbing it against her clit as he reamed out her cunt-hole with his tongue. His tongue jabbed inside her, from time to time hitting the ultra sensitive spot in her cunt that brought her instantly to the verge of orgasm. He seemed to know just where to lick inside her to send her through the roof with ecstasy. Jenny's eyes overflowed with tears, which ran down her cheeks. Her pleasure and excitement were close to knocking her out. Unable to control herself, she clamped her thighs around her brother's head, and the feel of his head gripped between her legs brought her off instantly.
Her cunt exploded, grabbing spastically around her brother's tongue, spurting pussy-juice into his mouth. She writhed against the mattress, grinding her crotch in Skip's face, moaning with abandon as the rhythmic jolts of ecstasy flashed through her body. Skip was choking, grunting, smothering between her thighs. Suddenly, his hot jism started spurting all over, some of it splashing against Jenny's ass and thighs, some of it landing on the mattress and floor. Skip shuddered as he came, each ejaculation making him groan. His tongue fluttered inside Jenny, electricity shooting from it into the pleasure-raw meat of her inner cunt.
At last, their orgasms subsided. Jenny's thighs relaxed, releasing Skip's head. As her legs slid back down to the mattress, Skip slid off the bed and stood up.
Jenny lay panting, her sweat-misted belly and tits rising and falling. Skip's cum had made a mess all over the sheets, and Jenny's legs and ass rested in puddles of it.
"Wow!" Skip whispered, wiping his mouth with his hand. His cock had softened, dangling half hard over his balls like a huge, floppy salami. He stood there, studying Jenny as he caught his breath.
Jenny's breathing slowed. She was still pretending to be asleep.
"Crazy girl," Skip said. "She could sleep through an earthquake."
He leaned over and pulled her negligee back down, covering her nakedness. Then he moved up and planted a kiss on her lips, pressing his own soft, spongy lips against her lips.
Jenny felt the flick of his tongue-tip between her lips. Her clit stiffened and squirmed. She felt herself melting. Skip broke their kiss before Jenny lost all control and threw her arms around him.
Skip tiptoed out of the bedroom and sealed shut her door behind him. Jenny lay quivering on her bed for several moments before she could gather the strength to sit up and swing her legs off the bed.
She felt around in the dark, smearing her fingers in Skip's cum on the sheets. Her toes felt for Skip's cum on the floor and had no trouble finding it, it was all over.
Jenny started shaking. She pulled off her negligee. In the dark, she got down on the floor, smearing her fingers in the puddles of Skip's cum and rubbing the sticky fluid on her tits and belly, raising her fingers to her nose and sniffing. The peppery scent of Skip's jism drove her crazy. She caught up a handful of the cock-juice and slapped it between her cunt-lips. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she started jerking off with cum-wet fingers as she continued massaging cum into her skin. She came in minutes, her head swimming, her naked body jerking in the darkness.
Exhausted, she crawled back up on the bed and fell asleep instantly.