That Afternoon

 

After a sexy morning of frolicking with my stepbrother, we apparently fell asleep since I woke in his bed naked with his hand on my breast. A glance confirmed he was as naked as I, and sleeping.

I recalled my magical birthday morning we'd shared, where we started by playing Doctor—studying each other's private areas, but once he touched me, we got carried away.

I'd only planned to have a sexy masturbation party where he watched me pet my kitty while I watched him whack off his 'one-eyed-johnny'. It sounded like a good idea, but we never did it. We just jumped right past masturbation on the sexual evolution scale and did everything short of intercourse.

Recalling how good it felt when he spread my legs, splayed my labia and dunked his long tongue into my slick recess was getting me worked up, big time. So I sat up in bed with my legs crossed and began fingering my pussy with one hand and flicking my nipple with the other. I was just about to come when I stopped because Johnny stirred. He groaned and rolled on his back, leaving his cock totally exposed. I licked my lips. His long delicious cock was exposed and aiming for his chin.

Could he be dreaming about this morning?

Deciding he probably was and that a little stimulation would only add to his pleasure, I squeezed his thick, silky shaft.

Squirming slightly, he moaned.

Still finger fucking myself, I slicked up his magic wand with his pre-cum and my pussy crème and glided my fist up and down his staff. I could tell it felt good to him, because he not only groaned and thrashed about, but he began talking. "That's it baby, suck my cock good. That's it take it deep into your mouth." He had to be remembering when I sucked him off twice this morning.

Stroking Johnny's tallywacker and having him talking in his sleep about me sucking him off was getting me even more keyed up. After a couple minutes, I was just about to come again, when the strangest thing happened. Johnny's testicles and scrotum sucked up tight against his lengthy shaft, almost disappearing. What's going on? Why are they doing that?

The answer came soon when the first rocket propelled glob of jism shot out of his canon, followed by a half dozen more, until the impetus died and globules of milky white testosterone ran down my hand.

The whole spectacle was enough to bring on my own rite of ecstasy. After I finished screaming and jerking around like a madwoman, Johnny's eyes were open.

"Hi, did you have a nice nap?"

He reached out grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of him.

"You are the sexiest little thing. I could just eat you up."

"Careful, I might just take you up on that."

His stiff cock pushed into my groin inches from my slit and excited me. I also felt his gooey spooge squishing around between us, getting on my breasts and belly, exciting me further.

"Anytime you are ready, sweetheart." He squiggled around and asked, "Baby, what's that sticky stuff on you."

My laugh sounded like a hysterical yelp. "That's your come. I jerked you off while you slept."

"So that's what I felt. You're a sneak, but a loveable sneak. What are we going to do now?"

I raised my eyebrows and taunted him. "Oh, I thought I'd have you fuck me…"

"Really?"

"With my mother's vibrator."

"Ooh, you tease you."

He rolled me over and straddled me. "Now for payback." Then he began to tickle under my arms where I'm extremely ticklish. "Stop that please. Please Johnny, if you don't stop, I won't be able to keep from peeing and it'll get all over your bed."

Knowing I wasn't kidding, he stopped. "That's okay, we need to clean this goo off, anyway." At six-foot-one, a hundred-eighty pounds Johnny is a big strong kid. He slid off the bed and jerked my hundred-ten pounds up and over his shoulder in one move—caveman style.

I'd been taken by surprise, but I was also charmed. Laughing all the way as he carried me to our parent's bedroom and then the recently remodeled, fancy-schmancy bathroom. After setting me down, he turned on the Italian marble shower and when it'd warmed up, dragged me in.

Water seemingly sprayed out from everywhere. Initially, he wrapped his arms around me and dragged me the middle of the sprays, letting the water wash the last traces of his spunk from our bodies. Then he began to tickle me, again.

"Please don't, Johnny!" I screeched and tried to fight him off, but he was too big and strong for me.

"What are you going to do now, Tammy? I don't care if you pee in here."

It wasn't funny, but his tickling made me laugh anyway. I tried to escape from the shower, but he grabbed me and shoved me down onto the cold marble seat. Cornered he tickled me even harder.

"Please stop," I begged, "I'll do anything you want."

"Anything," he asked

"Yes, anything."