Chapter 2 - Bath and Brother

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Melissa reached inside the shower to adjust the temperature of the water, making it hot enough that clouds of steam began to billow out into the green-tiled bathroom. She turned and stood in front the mirror at the lavatory sink and slowly unbuttoned her pale cotton blouse. She began to imagine that she was secretly undressing for Keith, that he was watching her from a concealed place. Her fingers were trembling with excitement and her heart was already beginning to race, thumping frantically under her breasts as they rose and fell under the thin cloth. She reached the last button and, getting fully caught up in her fantasy, let the two halves of the blouse fall apart on their own, exposing the light lavender of her bra in the narrow crevice, accentuating the creamy white of her skin above and below. Imagining Keith's eyes burning into her, she reached up and grasped each lapel, slowly, oh so slowly pulling them apart. The shower spray made the curtain in the tub flap out softly, and she imagined that the sound was really the soft intake of breath from Keith as he glimpsed the full, round curve of her breasts, cupped in the sheer material of her brassiere. She stood for a moment, admiring them herself, turning a bit from one side to the other as she toyed with the way the shadows on them moved. Then, with one graceful shake of her shoulders, her blouse fell to the floor and she could see her nearly naked upper body, blurred slightly as the steam from the shower began to cloud the mirror.

She ran her fingers lightly over her torso, feeling soft tingles as they grazed the slight, plump roll of her tummy. She gasped out loud from the considerably more pronounced tingles that jolted through her body like electric shocks when she allowed her fingers to tease her already taut nipples through her bra. She stood for a moment with her arms crossed over her chest, each hand touching and tweaking her nipples and kneading the soft, yielding flesh of her prematurely large tits. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, luxuriating completely in the feelings of pleasure that coursed through her. When she looked back at herself in the mirror, she could see that her clear, pale skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat, and her eyes had a wild, glazed look to them.

So this is what I look like when I'm incredibly horny, she thought. She began to almost regret her decision not to let Keith have a peep at her. She liked the way she looked in the mirror, and knew instinctively that any man who saw her with that look would know that she wanted to be fucked. Yes, she realized, that was it. She wanted to be fucked!

"I want to be fucked!" she whispered, feeling a new thrill as she uttered the forbidden word. "Fucked! I want to be fucked right now!"

She could just imagine what Stephanie would think if she could see her at that moment. Melissa giggled softly at the thought of how her friend had been so worried that Melissa would think her a slut because she touched her dad's cock. Here was Melissa, her supposedly innocent friend, saying right out loud that she wanted to be fucked, that she wanted a whole lot more than to touch a cock. She wanted to feel that cock she had just seen minutes before inside her cunt, thrusting in and out of her slippery, yearning pussy, her brother's lips everywhere on her, kissing and licking her neck, her ears, her shoulders, and Oh! Taking her nipples between his lips and roughly sucking on them!

Keith! If Stephanie would be amazed to see her now, then what about her obviously virile brother? The thought of him watching her, touching her, and kissing her lips and her breasts made the pubescent girl moan out loud with desire. By this time her fingers had forced their way inside her bra cups and were pulling, stretching, and pinching her nipples harder than she would have believed possible. Normally such treatment would have brought cries of pain to her lips and tears to her eyes; now it only served to inflame her lust further. Her breathing was starting to come in ragged gasps between her groans of pleasure, and her normally full, red hair was slicked with sweat against her head. She turned in the mirror and saw that her hair was plastered against the gleaming skin of her back as well, all the way down to where it ended two inches below her bra strap.

Disentangling her hands from within the cups of her bra, she struck what she imagined to be a seductive pose for the benefit of her brother ogling her in her imagination and reached around behind her to undo the catch of her strap. As it came undone, her breasts, swollen beyond even their normally precocious size by her fiery arousal, bounced partially free, revealing the flushed, smooth globes of their undersides from beneath the dangling cups. She stroked the exposed skin for a moment, then, with a grand flourish, pulled away the shoulder straps, and flung the bra across the room. She was taken aback for a moment herself at the appearance of her tits. The once-familiar large, fleshy mounds were flushing a deep red, and the red blotch was spreading across her entire chest and down her smooth plump abdomen. The aureoles, normally the color of heavily creamed coffee, had darkened noticeably to resemble the hue of milk chocolate and were tightly wrinkled. And her nipples! Her nipples were jutting straight out from the middle of the deep brown circles, as big and long as the tip of her little finger.

She caressed her naked breasts lovingly, and the lewd sensation made her vision blur momentarily as she moaned involuntarily. Up to this point, she had been ignoring the insistent need in her crotch, but found that she was completely unable to do so any longer. With nearly frantic desperation, she tore at the waist of her dark jeans, finally locating the snap which she tore open and savagely yanked the zipper down. She quickly pulled the pants down her legs, crying out in frustration when they got stuck for a second getting over the curve of her heel. She barely even noticed the huge, dark stain of wetness which covered the entire crotch and spread down into the thighs of the jeans as she kicked them rudely across the bathroom floor. But as she straightened to look at herself in the mirror again, she was astounded to see that her panties, which had been the matching pale lavender of her bra, had darkened in color from the constant outpouring of juices from her throbbing cunt hole. Only the top edges at the side of her hips retained their original color. She touched them interestedly, hardly able to believe that she had produced such an incredible flood from within her without having actually peed her pants.

With barely a moment's hesitation, her soiled panties had been slipped off and joined the jeans unceremoniously dumped in the corner. Melissa wasted no time plunging her fingers into her sopping pussy slit, gasping raggedly at the outpouring of intense pleasure that immediately ran through her body. Meanwhile, her other hand returned to its former place at her breasts, alternating between one and the other as she squeezed and kneaded them in tempo with her lascivious masturbation. Her eyes roamed over her image in the mirror, fascinated with the way her fingers would disappear into the patch of soft ruddy pubic hair as she thrust them inward, then reappear, glistening with cunt juice after each repeated stroke.

Then she allowed her eyes to drift up her body, realizing with pleasure that the plump roll of tummy fat which normally caused her such distress seemed somehow perfect and right in this setting, serving to accentuate the soft, round curves of her sexually maturing body. She let her left hand drift downwards from her breasts to caress the bulge at her midriff and was even more surprised to find that touching herself there was nearly as erotic as touching her breasts. She circled her navel, dark and mysterious within the creamy expanse of her tummy, tantalizing herself by slowly spiraling the tip of her finger in until it softly entered.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned softly, "God! That feels so good!" She glanced at her face in the reflection and was startled to see that her cheeks were burning bright red, and the flush was quickly moving down her face and neck to join the redness on her chest and upper abdomen. She was briefly concerned, wondering what was happening to her. But the continued lewd sensations from her crotch as her fingers slipped back and forth over the hard nub of her clit soon banished any other thoughts from her mind. She could feel the approach of her first orgasm like the subsonic rumble of an onrushing locomotive that was felt before it could be heard.

Her fingers sped up their piston-like motion into her crotch, and she cried out loud as she shifted their motion into the rapid circles around her clit that always brought her off. Her left hand was once again at her breast, pinching the nipple with vicious intensity, pulling it roughly outward and twisting it cruelly. She could hear the sound of her fingers smacking wetly through the sopping folds of her cunt lips, a soft sucking noise that sounded wonderfully obscene to her completely aroused perceptions. She rubbed even harder and faster against her now-throbbing clitoris, her breathing coming in harsh gasps interspersed with rude grunts.

Suddenly, the orgasm began to howl through her body like a gale. She felt raw avalanches of sensation run the length of her young, naked form, from the tips of her toes up to her head, making her ears and face tingle, only to give way before a new wave, each one stronger than the one before. She began to feel convulsive spasms wrack her insides, and her knees suddenly felt so weak that she had to support herself against the sink with her free hand to keep her legs from giving way entirely.

"Huunnnnggghhhh! Hunnggghh! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Aaaarrrrggggghhh!" she grunted with animalistic moans. Her entire cunt felt as if it were on fire, shooting sparks into the rest of her body that seemed to be echoed in her nipples. Her face was pulled taut, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her lips pulled back to show her clenched teeth, through which her very rapid breaths hissed like a deranged tea kettle.

The tingling and sparking sensation from her clit grew almost painful, and her fingers finally ceased their frantic rubbing, only remaining pressed tightly against it without moving, feeling each throb pound through its tumescence. She stood like that for a couple of minutes, leaning over the sink with one hand propping herself up, the other pressed into her crotch, with her head hung down and her breasts jiggling saucily with each shuddering breath she drew.

Finally, the intensity of her climax began to fade, but she still didn't move. She stood there, savoring the delicious feelings of pleasure slowly abating. She eventually raised her head to look at herself in the mirror and gasped out loud at the sight. Her hair was hanging limply in sweaty strings down her shoulders and back, plastered dark and slick with perspiration at the crown where it met her head. Her eyes were red and puffy and her lips looked dry and pale. Her skin, normally a flawless alabaster color, was blotched and mottled with angry red flushes and splotches from her ears and neck down to her abdomen which was glistening with large beads of sweat.

"God, I look really hideous!" she whispered, realizing that if she'd seen herself looking like this under normal circumstances, she'd have been completely horrified. But now a small smile crept to the corners of her mouth as she realized that she didn't really care right now how she looked. She felt totally alive, her body still singing with the afterglow of her recent climax, and she decided that she loved the way she looked right now after all.

The only way it could be better would have been if Keith were seeing her looking like that because he'd just fucked her.

And with that thought, Melinda amazingly felt the fires of lust, so recently quenched, fanned into life all over again in her trembling cunt. She began to slowly move her fingers, still firmly clenched between her moist thighs, and groaned with pleasure as a new wave of desire began to wash over her. She parted her legs to give herself more room, and then wickedly slipped one of her come-slicked fingers into her pussy hole itself. To her surprise, it entered easily, and almost before she knew it, she'd plunged it all the way inside up to the last knuckle.

The sudden impalement made her whimper with pleasure, and the sound brought her out of her erotic haze briefly. She realized with a start that the shower had been continuing to run the entire time while she'd been frigging herself silly at the sink and she'd been completely oblivious to it. She decided that she'd better get in while there was still any hot water left.

She stepped into the steamy tub and quickly soaped and rinsed her body, then turned her attentions to her hair, shampooing it vigorously. She had intended to step out of the shower immediately but lingered there a moment letting the water pour over her, turning this way and that to expose every bit of her body to the shower's hot sting. She felt incredibly alive and it seemed as if her recent, mind-numbing orgasm had somehow made her skin more sensitive. As she turned her back to the stream to let it wash the last of the shampoo from her tangled hair, it felt as if the water were caressing her, running fingers down her back and into the crack of her ass. The thought made her moan lasciviously, and she leaned forward, bracing herself against the shower wall with one hand. With her other hand, she reached behind her and pulled her large, soft butt cheek, opening herself to allow the hot water to run deep into her crack.

Breathing heavily, she slowly ground her hips, enjoying the delicious way the hot stream of water touched each part of her secret crevice in turn. After a few minutes of this, she couldn't resist any longer, and straightened up to free her other hand for service between her legs in front. She stood, swaying as the shower played over her head and back while her fingers found her swollen clit and began to lightly flick it, alternating with deep thrusts of her entire hand down between her cunt lips, now puffy with the tumescence of erotic arousal. Her mind returned again to the scene she had just witnessed, Keith's smooth, hard body quivering with his orgasm and the incredible sight of him finger-fucking his own ass while he came.

That memory made her groan with desire and she had to suddenly halt her masturbation as a wave of irresistible lust made her knees go so weak that she could barely stand. The interruption gave her time for an idea, though, and she took the soap from the holder and began to lather it over her body, delighting in the feel of her slick hands slipping over the surface of her breasts. Her nipples were once again standing out stiff and proud, and each time her soap-lubricated fingers touched them, it made her gasp and moan.

She moved the soap down over the soft, plump curve of her abdomen, sending tingles of sexual warmth coursing through her. Deliberately teasing herself, she avoided moving the soap immediately into the hot throbbing crevice between her legs at once. Instead, she languorously applied the soap first to her arms, then her thighs, imagining all the while that it was Keith's fingers she was feeling caressing her.

Finally, she allowed herself to slide the soap up into her desperately horny cunt, shifting her legs apart to give herself plenty of room to maneuver.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned aloud as a succession of white-hot thrills shot through her body while she worked the soap back and forth over the tingling folds of cunt flesh, filling the entire crevice with a thick, slippery lather. To her amazed delight, she found she could even work the smooth, rounded end of the soap up inside herself. She was totally astounded at this discovery – the soap was not a new bar, but it was still quite thick. She would never have suspected that she could have fit something that large all the way into her young pussy.

"Why, that's even bigger than Keith's cock!" she realized with awe. Naturally, that thought led immediately to the suspicion that, as long as she was this turned on, Keith could fuck her as hard as he wanted to and it wouldn't even hurt! She had heard all the stories about how much it hurt to be fucked the first time and had worried about it from time to time. She and Stephanie had even talked about it a little, but Stephanie didn't really know any more than she did, and it wasn't something Melissa had every really wanted to discuss with her mother. But now, with the full thickness of a bar of soap tightly crammed into her virgin hole and not hurting a bit, it was as if the last shred of caution was blown out of her pubescent head. She knew at that moment, knew with a certainty that was absolute, that she was ready. She was ready to be fucked! She wanted to be fucked!

And Keith was the one who was going to fuck her.

She couldn't believe what she was thinking. She was planning to get her own brother to fuck her! She was actually seriously contemplating having that big, stiff prick she'd witnessed him stroking less than an hour before thrust all the way up into her cunt. She pushed her hand holding the soap hard against her cunt, driving the soap even further in. There was a moment of sharp pain as the thickest part of the oval bar squeezed past the tightly stretched opening to her vagina. Then suddenly, the soap slipped from her fingers and disappeared completely inside her.

Melissa cried out in alarm and, panic stricken, clawed at her cunt to try to retrieve the wayward bar. Try as she might, she couldn't seem to get it back out. She could get the end of it to emerge from between her cunt lips by squeezing hard with her abdominal muscles. But she couldn't seem to get enough of a hold of it to pull it back out from within her hole.

"Great!" she thought miserably. "How am I going to explain this? Mom's going to want to know what the soap was doing in there in the first place!"

The thought of having to face her mother with this particular predicament made her redouble her efforts to retrieve the soap bar. She squeezed and squeezed, and finally worked just enough of the end of the soap back out that she could dig her fingernails into it. But that was as far as it went. No matter how she pulled, she couldn't get the thick middle of the bar past the opening to her cunt hole, and all she succeeded in doing was digging off enough of the end in her efforts that she could no longer get a grip with her nails.

Nearly sobbing with frustration, she sank down on her haunches in the tub, oblivious to the water that continued to pour down on her head. She felt incredibly foolish and scared and had no idea what she was going to do.

Suddenly, without warning, the bar of soap just slipped out of her from between her squatting legs and thumped loudly into the bottom of the tub.

Melissa was so surprised that it took her a moment to realize what had happened. She stared at the soap, uncomprehending, for a full ten seconds. When it finally dawned on her that her problem had, quite literally, solved itself, she collapsed completely the bottom of the tub, giggling uncontrollably.

Finally, without bothering to stand or even sit up, she felt around until she'd got her hand firmly around the errant soap and pulled it up even with her eyes, staring at it. Aside from the fingernail gouges at one end, it looked none the worse for its experience. She wonderingly studied the size and thickness of it, even more amazed that she'd not only been able to fit something that big into her own pussy, but that it had gone in so easily.

Laying the soap carefully to one side (thinking that it would be just her luck to accidentally sit on the thing and get it stuck up her asshole next), she pulled her legs up against her chest and lay on her back in the tub. The shower continued to play on her legs, spraying into her face. She just shut her eyes and ignored it. She was much more intent on exploring the effect of her mishap on her poor cunt. With some trepidation, she reached her hand down between her legs.

Her pussy was still completely full of soap lather, and very slippery. She ran her fingers up and down the length of her crack, noting with some relief that everything seemed the same. Then she nervously probed her cunt hole itself with a finger. It slipped in effortlessly. There was no pain – in fact there was very little sensation at all. So she put another finger in. It joined the first almost as easily. This time, though, she noticed a sensation. Not pain; this sensation was the familiar one of an erotic tingle. Giggling softly, Melissa put another finger inside her soap-slippery cunt hole.

With three fingers inside herself, she felt the unmistakable resumption of the lustful yearnings that had been interrupted by her panic over the lost soap. She moved her three fingers in and out experimentally.

The wave of erotic sensation was almost more than she could bear. Her breathing deepened rapidly and she felt the same combination of lascivious stimulation and relief stoking her sexual arousal that she had experienced earlier when her imagined "burglar" turned out to be her brother, jerking off.

Keith! She had momentarily forgotten about him in her anxiety over the soap. But now, with three fingers thrusting slowly in and out of her distended vagina, she could easily imagine that it was her brother's large cock sliding into her. She closed her eyes and pictured his thick, erect prick, just the way it had looked in his hand, the fleshy purple knob at the end appearing and disappearing as his straining fist closed around it, and imagined that it was vanishing into her craving cunt hole the same way. Her arousal was increasing faster than she'd ever felt it come on before; it almost felt as if her lust were some insane thing inside her, trying to devour her. But instead of fearing it, she welcomed it – she wanted to be devoured, totally consumed by erotic fire.

She gasped for air, her breath rattling in her throat, and she began moaning loudly enough to be audible even over the roar of the pounding water around her. She arched her back involuntarily as her massed fingers penetrated especially deeply into her virgin cunt hole, sending a wave of deliciously painful ecstasy coursing throughout her entire body. Desperately, she pulled her legs tight against her chest, opening herself as wide as possible to her own plunging hand. Repositioning her arm to give her a better angle, she thrust her fingers back inside herself, more deeply than she would have thought possible.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned softly from the erotic sensation. She worked her hand around in her hole, marveling anew at how easily the three fingers slid around, lubricated by the combination of soap suds and her own slippery juices. At last, she reached a position where her thumb could reach her tremendously swollen clit. The minute her thumb touched her clit, her cunt hole involuntarily convulsed so hard from the jolt of lust that coursed through her that her fingers were nearly expelled completely from their lewd position. Determinedly, she pushed the fingers back in, adding the little finger for good measure.

By this time, the twelve-year-old girl was nearly beside herself from lascivious ecstasy. She plunged her hand deeper and deeper into her distended virginal opening, her thumb maintaining incessant pressure on her swollen clit. She could feel another mind-blowing orgasm beginning to well up from deep within her. Thinking of Keith and the way she had watched him bring himself off minutes before, she was inspired to try shoving a finger up her own asshole while she came. She quickly brought her free hand, which had been pinning her legs against her heaving breasts, around to her backside.

Realizing that her orgasm was imminent, she didn't even pause to try to lubricate her finger, but rammed it ruthlessly into her tightly puckered bunghole, plunging it all the way in before she had time to change her mind.

"Aaaaaggghhhhhh! Hooff! Hooof! Hoooff! Oh, shit! Oh, God! Oh, yiiiieeeee!" she screamed and grunted as the sudden sharp pain in her ass combined with the tsunami of pleasure rolling through her from her cunt. Wave after wave of delicious agony poured through her tender young body. Both her ass and her pussy were wracked with such intense spasms that she would not have been able to pull her fingers out of her tortured orifices had she wanted to.

As the climax coursed through her, longer than she had ever experienced before, she envisioned her brother over her, his face straining with erotic exhilaration as he thrust himself deep within her body, filling her with his hot come. She felt the warm drops of the shower continuing to rain down upon her and imagined that every drop was Keith's jism landing on her, bathing her completely in his incestuous seed. Her breath tore in her lungs as she struggled for air between her orgasmic convulsions, and her head thrashed uncontrollably from side to side. She felt her entire body pounding as if she was inside a bass drum, and she could even hear her brother's voice calling her name over and over again as he came in her.

Then, as her climax finally began to recede and she came slowly to her senses, she realized that the drumming sound hadn't stopped. Furthermore, she could hear her brother's voice calling her name, only in her less-disoriented state she now realized that the voice was coming from outside the bathroom.

"Oh, shit!" she muttered to herself, "Talk about inconvenient! What the hell is he doing?"

She shakily pulled her fingers out from where they had been so tightly lodged moments before, her cunt hole making an obscenely slick sound as the four fingers vacated the violated recess. With difficulty, she clambered to her feet and shut off the shower. She stepped out into the bathroom, now completely fogged with steam from her lengthy erotic interlude in the shower, and worked her way unsteadily over to the door.

The pounding sound was coming from the door, a regular thump, thump, thump. With each thump on the door, her brother was saying her name, accenting the middle syllable with another thump, "Me-LISS-a, Me-LISS-a, Me-LISS-a." She realized with a start that the pounding sound was centered about a third of the way up the door from the floor. Keith must be sitting on the floor in front of the bathroom and pounding his head on the door while calling her name.

Scarcely giving herself time to wonder what in the world he could be doing that for, she hastily grabbed a towel from the nearest bar and, holding the towel over the front of her body, yanked open the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, "WHAT???"

To her surprise, Keith's head and shoulders immediately flopped into the bathroom and landed with an audible clunk on the floor. Melissa only had time to gasp and jump back, Keith's body narrowly missing her legs before coming to rest between her feet. For a long moment, they were both so shocked that neither could move.

While that moment dragged on, Melissa realized two things.

First, Keith was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His slim, well-muscled body lay out completely before her, and furthermore, the towel had become displaced enough that she could actually see the side of his cock and balls visible in the gap where the ends of the towel had parted.

Second, while she stared, transfixed at the sight about which she had just been fantasizing as she finger-fucked herself, she realized that the lump of his cock under the towel was rapidly getting larger. After a moment's confusion, she finally understood that he was getting an erection! But what could he...why would he...?

She glanced down at her brother's face and realized that her legs were apart and the towel she was holding in front of her did nothing whatsoever to obstruct his view of her still-swollen and distended pussy. She felt an entire range of emotions race through her: embarrassment at her exposure, interest and pride that the sight of her appeared to be turning her brother on, and shame that she could have such thoughts about her own brother. But the feeling that eventually won out was pure, white-hot lust. She was looking at the body of the boy she'd just been frigging herself silly over, desiring nothing but his cock inside her. And he was looking right back at her body, at her most secret place and quite obviously was getting very turned on by the sight. Oh, God! Could he really want her, too?

The moment where they remained frozen had gone on for an awkwardly long time. Finally, Melissa gathered her wits enough to inquire dryly, "Enjoying the view?"

Keith immediately scrambled out from between her legs, his face flushed a bright shade of red even before he regained his feet.

"What the hell were you doing," demanded Melissa.

Keith's face went through several different emotions, and it was apparent to Melissa that he was remembering that he'd intended to be the one angry with her but found his position suddenly undermined by his inadvertent ogling of her crotch.

Finally, he muttered, "I wanted to take a shower, too, and you were in there forever."

Melissa found her own irritation growing. "So you decided to start pounding your head on the door like a moron?"

Keith's eyes responded with a bit more defiance. "I tried knocking. I tried yelling. I've been out here for like ten minutes trying to get you to finish up. I can't believe you didn't hear me. What were you doing in there?"

Now it was Melissa's turn to be flustered, and she said, too quickly, "Just washing my hair. What do you think? I mean, I can't very well hear someone outside the bathroom when my head's under the shower, can I?"

She meant her words to sound nonchalant, but she could feel the warmth in her cheeks that meant she was blushing fiercely. Keith, however, appeared not to notice.

"Jeez, Mel, I thought something was really wrong in there. At least, I was worried at first `cause I couldn't hear anything but the shower. But then I could hear you, like, yelling to yourself, and then I just got mad that you were taking so long. I need to take a shower, too, and it would be nice if there were any hot water left."

This was more like it – Keith actually getting angry and fighting back instead of sullenly slinking off. Melissa warmed to the game. "Gee, Keith," she drawled innocently, "I heard that guys your age were always needing cold showers."

Keith's head jerked as if he'd been slapped. Obviously, she'd hit home with that one.

"You...you...you...," Keith could only splutter incoherently, his entire body seething with anger and embarrassment. Suddenly, without any warning, Keith reached out and snatched her towel from her grasp and flung it behind him into the hallway.

As Melissa gasped in shock, Keith stammered, "Y-your towel's out there. I'm g-getting in the shower now." He started to head past her into the bathroom, but not before Melissa caught his eyes giving her entire body a thorough once-over, lingering tantalizingly on her prematurely large tits with their nipples still taut and protruding from her recent climax.

Stunned at her brother's boldness and at her own complete nudity in front of him, Melissa couldn't move as Keith ducked by her. But she recovered quickly and whirled to face him. She saw this taunting look on his face that seemed to say, `Yeah? What are you going to do about it?'

Without stopping to think, she snatched his towel from around his waist and threw it behind her to join hers in the hallway. Then she very deliberately gave herself the same kind of visual tour of his naked body. To her surprise, he made no move to cover himself, but simply stood completely still, seemingly shocked into immobility. Her eyes reluctantly moved back up his body from his groin, where her gaze had lingered with fascination as his cock swelled into a magnificent hard-on, the head purpling with engorgement.

Their eyes met and locked for what seemed to be an eternity, and neither spoke.

Suddenly, Keith roared and lunged at her. Startled and momentarily frightened, Melissa backed out of the bathroom hurriedly. She turned to run, confused by her brother's reaction. But as he pursued her down the hall, their feet pounding along the carpet, she heard him yell, "I'm going to GET you!"

Melissa felt her anxiety melt away. This was their game from when they were much younger – one of them would yell, "I'm going to get you," which was the signal for the other one to try to get away. If the pursuer caught the fleeing victim, they would tickle until the other begged for mercy. It had been their way of settling sibling disputes and blowing off steam.

With a delighted shriek, Melissa accelerated her pace just as she felt Keith's fingers graze her bottom. If she could just make it to her room and shut the door...but no, Keith was too close behind her as she skidded through the doorway. She made one desperate leap to her bed, and then he was atop her.

She felt herself pinned under his firm, smooth body, pressed face down into the bed by his full weight on her back. She frantically tried to squirm free, but he had entwined her legs with his own and she couldn't turn. His fingers began prodding and poking her ribs, forcing her to laugh and shriek hysterically as he tickled her. She twisted and struggled, gasping for breath between fits of laughing, but everything she did seemed to only entangle her body up with his more tightly.

Nearly out of breath, she tried one last gambit to get his tormenting fingers away from her sensitive ribs. Instead of continuing her futile attempts to pull his hands away, in desperation, she grabbed his hands and pulled them further under her body.

Unwittingly, she had brought his fingers completely around her breasts.

That was a very different sensation. Though she continued to struggle and squirm willfully, she was no longer being tickled. Instead, she became instantly very, very conscious of the fact that her brother's completely nude body was pressing into the length of her completely nude body. Furthermore, not only were his fingers now exploring and prodding her ample, taut breasts but he was even squeezing her nipples between his wriggling fingers. She felt a sudden wave of lewd arousal course through her young body.

Then she noticed that they had squirmed together in such a way that his iron-hard cock was lodged solidly within the crack of her plump, soft ass. She had been bucking up and down in an attempt to throw him off her. Now she subtly changed the motion so that she was forcing his hot, rigid prick back and forth along her butt crack.

Her brother's breathing changed in response, becoming faster and shallower. He made no attempt to extract his cock from its entrapment, and he continued his incestuous liberties with her breasts, his fingers sliding back and forth over them at will through the slickness of the sweat from their exertion. Melissa felt herself slipping into an erotic state where she was conscious of nothing but the feel of his fingers as they squeezed her tits and caressed her nipples and the hardness of his cock, sliding easily now through the trough between her ass cheeks.

She knew that they both understood the game had changed, but they both still kept up the pretense that he was tickling her and she was trying to get away. She continued to squirm obligingly, but was careful not to wriggle so much as to risk his wonderful cock slipping away.

For his part, Keith continued, between what sounded to Melissa like obvious grunts of obscene pleasure, to ask, "Give up yet? Say `I give'! C'mon, Sis. Give up!"

"Never!" Melissa would giggle while she rocked her hips up and down in an instinctively erotic motion that only served to bury his erection more deeply into the crevice of her ass.

"You know I'm going to keep tickling you till you give up!" Keith would counter, and Melissa would only shake her head and press his hands more tightly against her yearning mammaries.

This went on for several minutes, and, to her amazement, Melissa began to feel the stirrings of another orgasm from deep within her crotch. She wouldn't have believed that she could come simply from a boy touching her tits and her ass, but she began to arch her back and increased the pace of the rhythmic rotation of her hips under her brother's obscene contact.

Both of their breathing began to increase in depth and speed; Melissa was nearly at the point of no return, and she was pretty sure Keith was too. The thought of sharing an orgasm with her own brother was simultaneously disgusting and wickedly arousing – at least she felt that she ought to feel disgust. In reality she felt nothing but an incredible lustful desire. She wanted her own brother to come with her. There! She could admit that to herself.

Just as she felt the onslaught of her climax start to wrack her body, Keith was suddenly frantically trying to pull his hands free and crying, "Stop! Stop! Let me go!"

Melissa was now coming in earnest, and she had absolutely no intention of either stopping or letting go. She gripped Keith's hands as tightly as she could, pinning them under her heaving breasts, and ground her ass obscenely into her brother's cock. She moaned incessantly as the waves of incestuous pleasure washed over her sweating, writhing body.

As she slowly came to her senses, she realized that Keith wasn't moving at all. She lay there, wondering what his problem was, but reluctant to bank the fires stirred by the closeness of his body too soon.

Finally, Keith groaned, almost a sob.

At that unexpected sound from her brother, Melissa finally released his hands and turned her head and shoulders to look at him, twisting her neck around as far as it would go. Keith pushed his upper body up on his hands. He had a perfectly miserable look on his face, but made no move to roll off her.

Melissa realized with a start that his cock was shrinking rapidly in size between the cheeks of her ass. Could she have freaked her brother out by having an orgasm? Was he disgusted with her?

As the enormity of what they had just done began to sink in, Melissa began to fear every horrible thing imaginable. She had just had sex, more or less, with her own brother. She'd fantasized about it, and then she'd let it actually happen. No wonder he had such a horrified look on his face – his own sister was a slut, a pervert, a sex-crazed nymphomaniac. One moment they'd been sharing good times like they used to, and now all that was ruined forever; he would never speak to her again, he would tell their mom what a tramp her daughter was, and she'd have to move away. She'd...

Melissa was well down this path of self-recrimination and self-pity when Keith interrupted her by finally blurting, "I'm sorry, Mel; I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen." He looked as if he were about to cry. "Please don't tell Mom, okay? I swear I'll do whatever you want, but you've got to believe me, it was an accident. I was just fooling around, and I just couldn't stop myself."

Melissa's heart sunk even lower. It was all her fault. Keith was saying he'd tried to stop, and she hadn't let him. He'd tried to do the right thing and all she could think about was her own pleasure, how much she needed to come, and how much she wanted the feel of her brother's cock between her ass cheeks.

"It wasn't your fault, Keith," Melissa began softly. "I was the one who kept going when you wanted to stop. I know you must think I'm some kind of really sick and perverted whore right now. I don't have any excuse, really, just that it felt so good and so right, and it was so nice to have you fooling around with me again instead of being all serious all the time. And I'm sure as hell not going to tell Mom," she added, "Since I was the one who'd been fantasizing about you and all."

Keith looked completely bewildered. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"About the fact that we just about had sex with each other right now! I know, I know, we didn't really, but I don't think most people would see much difference. I was the one who couldn't help myself. I just wanted you so badly."

"Really?" Keith's face was a curious mix of confusion, anxiety, and hope. "You aren't mad at me?"

"Mad? At you?" Now it was Melissa's turn to be confused. "Why should I be mad at you? I'm the one who acted like a total slut. Why should I be mad at you?" She was genuinely curious – this was taking a completely different turn than she'd expected.

A nervous, shy look came over her brother's face. "Well, jeez, you know, `cause I kind of..."

"Kind of what?" demanded Melissa when Keith's voice trailed off.

"You know...don't you? I mean, I – well, I made kind of a mess on you," he blurted at last.

It took a moment before the realization struck her. "You came! You came on me! Is that why you're upset?"

"Well, yeah!" There was a long pause. "You're not mad at me?"

He looked so much like a puppy that had just realized it wasn't going to have its nose swatted with a newspaper after all that Melissa had to laugh. "No, silly! I'm not mad. I'm glad you came; I was hoping you would because I sure was coming at the same time!"

"You! I-I didn't even know for sure girls did that." Melissa's face must have shown what she thought of that notion, because he quickly asked, "You sure you're not mad? I-I'll go get something to clean it up."

"No, I'm not mad," she assured him deliberately. "But don't move for a minute, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to see it, dummy! I've never seen a guy's come before. Just hold still a minute." She craned her neck back over her shoulders as far as she could and looked down at the small of her back. Sure enough, there was a small puddle of thick, creamy liquid glistening in the hollow in her back above her ass, with a few drops scattered elsewhere over her back and buttocks. She couldn't believe her luck. She'd been driving herself into an orgiastic frenzy for the past two hours thinking about her brother's come, and there it was at last.

She really wanted to taste it, but was nervous that it would completely freak Keith out. Finally, though, curiosity and lust won out; after all, he was acting like he was afraid he'd done something wrong. Wordlessly, she reached back and scooped up a large gob onto her finger. It was warm and thick, sort of like gravy. Keith said nothing, but his eyes grew wide and round as she experimentally brought the finger covered with incestuous semen up to her face.

She sniffed it, and found it had a distinctive, but not unpleasant odor. That was a relief. She knew from the girl talk at school that boys liked nothing better than having their cocks sucked, and she really didn't want to be grossed out by the experience. It smelled like cream of mushroom soup more than anything else. Since she liked cream of mushroom soup a great deal, without any more hesitation she stuck the slimy finger into her mouth and sucked all the viscous come off at once.

She rolled it around in her mouth with her eyes closed, appraising the taste, and decided that it wasn't bad. It wasn't great, either, certainly not so she'd go looking for come-flavored ice cream, a thought which almost made her giggle, but she was relieved to know that she would happily swallow all the come Keith wanted to provide her.

She opened her eyes to see her brother staring at her with goggle eyes.

"What?" she asked with feigned innocence.

"I can't believe you did that!" Keith said, his voice grown curiously husky. Then, a note of curiosity entering his tone, he asked, "Do you like the taste?"

"Yeah," she nodded thoughtfully, "I think I did. At least," she added with a slight smile and a meaningful glance, "I'd like to taste it some more."

Keith gulped noticeably, but his uncertainty seemed to diminish a bit.

A thought suddenly occurred to his younger sister. "Haven't you ever tasted it?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

To her surprise, Keith blushed fiercely and could only mutter, "Well, you know, umm, I – well, I..."

Melissa found herself quite amused by her staid older brother's sudden discomfiture. "Keith, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Jeez, if I had a cock that squirted stuff out when I came, I think one of the first things I would have done would be taste it!"

"Really?" Keith sounded both surprised and relieved.

"Heck, yeah! I've tasted my own pussy on my fingers lots of times." Melissa immediately regretted letting that last bit slip out. She'd been trying to reassure Keith that he wasn't unusual, but now she was worried that he would think her the weird one instead.

To her relief, Keith didn't seem disgusted at all. In fact, he seemed really interested, and she even thought she could see the light of returning arousal in his eyes. So Keith was turned on by the thought of her touching herself and licking her fingers afterwards. Interesting, she thought. This had possibilities.

"So you have tasted it, right?" Melissa persisted. Keith still couldn't bring himself to admit it out loud, but he nodded. "And did you like the taste?"

"Yeah, yeah; I mean, it was all right," Keith said with obviously forced nonchalance.

What is his problem, Melissa wondered? Then she felt Keith's flaccid prick beginning to stir where it still lay wedged in the crevice of her ass, and it came to her. That was why Keith was reacting so oddly to the subject – not only had he tasted it but he liked it; the thought of tasting his own come turned him on. He must be afraid that I'll think he's perverted or something, she realized.

That thought made her smile; if Keith only knew what a complete pervert his little sister was, and the thoughts she'd been having about him, he wouldn't be embarrassed about a thing for himself. Well, if tasting his own come turned him on, so much the better. She found that she really enjoyed learning about her brother's secret fantasies; it gave her an unexpected sense of erotic power and confidence.

Before Keith had a chance to object, she wiped up all the remaining jism from her back and ass cheeks onto a finger and smilingly thrust it into her brother's open mouth. His eyes flew wide open, and he froze for moment. Melissa nodded encouragingly, and with surprisingly childlike look of bliss, closed his eyes and began to slowly suck her finger. He ran his tongue up and down the length of it, savoring every drop. He began to tenderly slide his lips back off her upraised finger then plunged it back into his mouth with exquisite languor.

He was sucking her finger exactly as if it were a little cock, she realized! And he was doing it in such an erotic, sexy way that Melissa found her own cunt beginning to ooze again, and she could feel her nipples growing taut with returning arousal. But her reaction was nothing compared to Keith's. Though he had shot a full load of come all over her smooth, young ass just minutes earlier, his cock was stiffening with remarkable speed, and he had begun small thrusting movements with his hips, unconsciously grinding his new erection deeply into the dank crack of her ass, still slippery from the remains of his previous ejaculation.

It was an incredibly erotic moment, and Melissa wished it could have gone on for much, much longer. But Keith finally opened his eyes and released her finger. He grinned at her almost sheepishly, but his eyes were smoky with unabashed lust.

"Thanks," he said simply, almost shyly.

A notion began to grow in Melissa's young mind, a notion that perhaps her brother might be turned on by boys as much as girls. She remembered the way he had reamed his own asshole while he was jerking himself off earlier that afternoon. Coupled with his obvious relish for the taste of male come and the way he had just erotically sucked her finger in apparent imitation of a blowjob, she began to seriously suspect that her brother had a few secrets he hadn't shared with her yet. Well, he would; she'd see to that.

She realized that she loved her brother more than she had ever allowed herself to admit. She wanted above all to see him happy, and if having sex with boys was one of the things that turned him on, then she would do whatever she could to make that happen. And, since she was being honest with herself, she had to admit that she also would be very, very turned on to see him fucking and sucking another boy. She stored that thought away for the future.

With a slightly coy glance, Keith finally pushed himself reluctantly off his sister's bare body, his now rigid cock making a soft, wet sound as it pulled free of her come-filled ass crack. Melissa turned to her side to face him and was delighted to see that her brother made no attempt to cover himself or hide her view of his large, engorged prick. In fact, he seemed completely unconscious of his exposure. Melissa realized that it was because his eyes were roaming freely over her own young, smooth body, drinking in her precociously ripe breasts whose nipples stiffened further under his lustful gaze, the small soft curve of her plump tummy, and finally coming to rest on the coppery down of her cunt.

Melissa arched her back and lay back into the pillows, bringing both arms behind her head in an unmistakable invitation to her brother's incestuously yearning eyes. She could feel heat and wetness growing between her legs, and, almost without thinking, shifted a leg to give Keith a better view of her cunt, whose inner lips were protruding from between its downy cleft, purple and glistening with juices from her own arousal. This was another new experience for the twelve-year-old virgin, that of pleasing a boy with the simple sight of her body, and she found it to be a heady sensation. She marveled at the emotions the experience called up, how she felt simultaneously vulnerable and yet powerful.

As that delicious moment persisted, she allowed herself the lewd luxury of studying his body as well. She traced every muscle on his nearly hairless chest, down the tight, undulating curves of his abdomen, and finally coming to rest on his crotch. She ogled it unabashedly, noticing the fine blond hair framing his balls and the way the balls hung heavily below his prick, wishing she dared to reach out and feel them.

Finally, she gazed longingly at his large cock straining out towards her as if it shared her desire for her touch. She slowly let her glance run the length of his turgid erection, wallowing in the obscene pleasure of seeing a boy's prick up close for the first time. It was perhaps six inches long, standing out from his crotch with a slight upward curve. The large, bulbous head was swollen and almost burgundy in color, and she could see veins pulsing down the shaft, which glistened from the come in which it had been coated while it had been sliding up and down within her now sticky ass cheeks. It twitched faintly from time to time, pointing slightly higher in the air each time. Melissa realized with a glow of pleasure that it was still getting harder – her brother was getting even more turned on the more he stared at her soft, pubescent body spread on the bed before him.

She didn't think Keith's looked very much like Stephanie's description of her brother Brad's dick, but then Stephanie hadn't seen Brad's cock when it was hard, either. Keith's definitely didn't look like a small mushroom; it looked, well, it looked perfect, that's what it looked like. She realized that the shape and even the angle and curve of it were perfectly designed to fit inside a girl's cunt hole, and that thought drove a surge of lustful excitement coursing through her virginal body. She vowed that she was going to get that hard prick inside her as soon as she possibly could; she just needed to be a bit cautious, since Keith seemed to be still a bit shy and overwhelmed by how fast everything was progressing between them.

As she continued to gaze with incestuous fascination at the cock of her brother, she was intrigued to see that a large drop of come was oozing from the small black slit at the tip, gathering there in a thick, clear milky gobbet. This was too good an opportunity to be missed.

"Come here," she said to Keith in an inviting tone, her voice uncharacteristically soft and husky. His eyes shifted reluctantly from their lascivious study of the moist crevice between her legs, and he looked at her with a mildly quizzical expression. However, he stepped closer to the bed.

Not daring to give herself time to chicken out, Melissa leaned forward and took hold of the smooth, hard shaft of her own brother's cock. He gasped, whether at her boldness or the erotic sensation she didn't know, but he didn't pull away either. She glanced up into his face as he stood over her to gauge his response. His eyes were bright, and his mouth was held open expectantly. She realized that he wasn't even daring to breathe, waiting to see what she would do.

She understood it was her move. Ignoring the butterflies that suddenly threatened to overwhelm her stomach, she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and softly, so softly licked the drop of her brother's thick jism from the tip of his cock.

Keith exhaled with a low moan. Emboldened, Melissa licked daintily around the entire head of his prick, then worked her way down, enjoying the way the rubbery feel of the head contrasted with the soft, almost silky skin on the underside of her older brother's tumescent prick.

"Ohhhhh, God!" Keith groaned. "That feels so good, Mel."

"I think it's supposed to," giggled his young sister as she finally left off her obscene ministrations, pausing only long enough to daringly take the entire head into her mouth teasingly before releasing it from her lips with a parting kiss. She was seriously tempted to continue sucking him to see if she could get him to come again, this time in her mouth. But reluctantly she decided against it. She realized that they had been engaged in their incestuous sex play long enough that their mother could be home soon. And besides, she realized with feminine instinct, leaving her brother horny and desiring her was the best way of guaranteeing that he would be back for more at their very next chance.

So, despite the disappointed twinge from her own drenched pussy, she released her grip on her brother's cock and sank back once again into her pillows to gaze at him.

Keith seemed to accept her decision not to take things any farther. In fact, Melissa had the distinct feeling that he was quite willing to go along with whatever she wanted. It was an interesting and new feeling for the young preteen, that of being in control of a boy through his desire for her. She decided she liked that feeling a great deal, and smiled up at her brother with satisfaction.

"I guess that means you're really not mad at me, right?" Keith asked in an attempt at humor.

Melissa responded with a low chuckle, "You guess right, brother dear." Then a thought crossed her mind, and she added, "Wait. I am a little bit mad still."

Keith's instant worry was comical to watch. "What about? You're not going to tell Mom, are you?"

"Jeez, Keith!" Melissa exploded, "Will you get it through your head that everything that just happened was stuff I wanted just as much as you did, if not a hell of a lot more? I'm sure as shit not going to tell Mom, `cause if I did, I'd be in just as much trouble as you!" "Besides," she added in a softer voice, "If I did, then we'd never get the chance to do anything like it again."

That admission drew a hopeful grin from her sibling. "Y-you'd really like to do this again?" he stammered.

"Well, yeah, dummy. In case you hadn't noticed, I was enjoying myself. So, yeah, I'd like to try some other things when we have a bit more time." She glanced significantly at the clock, which now read 5:45. Keith grimaced ruefully.

"But that brings me to the thing I'm mad about," she went on. "I'm really glad that you came on me. I wanted you to come, `cause, like I told you, you were making me come at the same time." She noted with interest the immediate twitch from her brother's still-hard cock in response to her confession; another turn-on of Keith's she wanted to be sure to remember.

"But what made me mad was that I didn't get to see it! I really wanted to see it before, and I couldn't! I..." her voice trailed off as she realized what she'd just let slip.

"Before? Before when?" Keith wanted to know immediately. "What are you talking about?"

Melissa briefly considered trying to bluff her way out of it but decided any excuse would sound lame. Besides, since Keith had just demonstrated how much the idea of her coming turned him on, she wanted him to know she felt the same thing for him. `In for a penny, in for a pound,' as their mother liked to say; she swallowed hard and plunged ahead.

"Well, I, uh, I sorta' got home a little earlier than you thought this afternoon. I was watching you from the stairs while you, you know, played with yourself."

Keith made a strangled sound in his throat. "You're kidding, right? You're not kidding!" His face once again turned a lovely shade of scarlet. "Aw, Jeez, Mel! And you saw me..."

He stopped suddenly as he thought about exactly what she must have seen, and his face grew even redder, if that were possible.

Melissa took pity on him and hastened to reassure him.

"What I saw," and she reached out and took his hand, "Was a gorgeous boy who I love a whole lot making himself come in the most sexy damn way I'd ever seen." She looked intently into his eyes. "It turned me on incredibly, Keith. It turned me on so much I could barely get back down the stairs, my knees were shaking so bad."

Keith's mortified expression softened a bit, and the hint of a smile turned the corners of his mouth.

"It turned me on so much," his young sister went on, "That I had to lock myself in the bathroom and make myself come over and over. I don't even remember how many times I came. But that's why I couldn't hear you when you were calling and pounding – I was lying on my back in the tub with one hand shoved into my pussy and my other hand poking a finger into my butt while I came so hard I about went crazy!"

Keith said nothing, but his eyes glittered and his cock rose as if it were spring-loaded.

"Yes, dear brother, I got that little idea from watching you, and I want to thank you so very much. Having my finger in my ass while I came...Well, all I can say is, I've never come that hard in my life. But what really made me lose control was you."

"Me? Ummm, I was outside the door..." Keith looked puzzled.

"You. Thinking about you. Fantasizing about you, about the way you looked holding your cock in your hand, the way you sounded when you came and really, really wishing I could have seen the come spurting out of your big dick when you finally came. Wishing I was right there, that you would fu-.." she gulped and hastily changed it to, "that you would squirt your come on me, where I could see it. That's what really drove me nuts while I was masturbating."

Keith got that sexy, smoky look in his eyes again at the mention of her masturbation. "I didn't know girls did that," he admitted in a low voice made husky with lust. "I wasn't even sure that girls could come, let alone, you know..."

"Well, they can and they do! At least this one does." Melissa grinned at him and squeezed his hand. "So...would you like to see me masturbate?"

"Yeah! Heck, yeah!" Keith blurted immediately.

"Well, there isn't time now to do it right." The clock now read 5:55; their mother really would be home any minute. "But can I make you a deal?"

"Sure!" Keith readily agreed.

"The next time we're alone together for more than a half hour, I'll show you exactly how a girl makes herself come if you'll make yourself come too and squirt it where I can see you do it. You could even," she added teasingly, "come on me again. I liked it when you did that."

"You did? Really?"

"Really. But this time, you've got to promise to come on my front side where I can see."

"Okay!" Her brother looked like he'd just won a million dollars. "Could I? Uh, never mind."

"What? Could you what?"

Keith looked suddenly reluctant to make his request.

"Tell me, silly boy! Don't you know that you can tell me anything you want and I'll do anything to make it happen? So tell me what you want – now and always!"

"Well," her older brother said wistfully, "Could I come on your tits?"

"I'd like that," Melissa assured him with a mischievous chuckle. "That'd be perfect. Is it a deal?"

Just then, they heard the unmistakable sound of their mother's car pulling into the garage. Keith's eyes showed panic.

"Just relax, Keith," Melissa shook her head at his anxiety. "Go right now and get in the shower, just like you were going to. And don't worry about Mom. We didn't do anything wrong, we just did some stuff that we're gonna' keep between the two of us, okay?"

"Okay," he agreed, and quickly ran out of her room.

Moments later, Melissa heard the bathroom door shut and the shower start. She sighed, and really wished she'd had the chance to frig herself one more time. But that wasn't possible. She needed to go down and start being nice to her mother if she wanted to go to the dance tonight with Stephanie.

She got up and pulled on her favorite satin robe and stepped out into the hall. Shaking her head that Keith hadn't even thought to pick up the towels lying in on the hall floor where they'd been flung earlier, she picked them both up, wrapped one around her still-wet hair and headed downstairs.

On the way down, she could still feel the stickiness of Keith's jism between her ass cheeks and smiled softly to herself. She briefly considered going back upstairs to wipe it out, but then shrugged when she remembered Keith was in the bathroom anyway. Maybe she'd just leave it in there as `evidence' for the amazing a story she was going to be able to tell Stephanie later tonight while she showed her friend how to make herself come over and over.