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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 22) [Asian, ff / bg, Incest (Brother-Sister), Masterbation, Voyeurism]
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dioladragontail/www/
 
Chapter 22: Just Another Monday Morning

"Its about time!  Do you know what time it is?  You're
going to be late!"

The quiet zen of Ben's bowl of cereal was shattered by
the sudden sound of his mother's voice.  The half
awake haze that he had been enjoying quickly fled as
the adrenalin in his veins quickly cleared the
comforting mental gauze that had been packing his
mind.

He hadn't even noticed his mother enter the kitchen,
so her admonishment came as a double shock, as
evidenced by his now racing pulse.  His eyes darted to
the clock as his mind assumed that her words were
directed at him.  It was only 7:03.

He was right on time, maybe even a few minutes early. 
He immediately started phrasing his protest as his
eyes went back to his mother.  It was only then that
he noticed she was looking past him.

Animalistic instincts, ingrained from long years of
being the middle child, caused him to react on
auto-pilot.  Duck, cover, and present as small a
target as possible.  Be prepared to flee at a moments
notice.  And otherwise just sit back and enjoy the
show.

On the pretense of bringing his mouth closer to his
next spoonful of cereal, Ben ducked down slightly and
turned his head in the direction his mother was
talking.  It was the basement door that led down to
the laundry room and, more importantly, his older
sister's bedroom.

"We overslept." He heard Cat's groggy voice say from
just behind the frame of the basement door.  He was
more than a little bit jealous of the basement bedroom
she had and the extra privacy it afforded her.

"We'll get to class on time."  She added as an after
thought as she shuffled into the kitchen.  Her dark
hair was still in disarray, like she had only just
woken up.  And she was still dressed in one of the old
t-shirts she seemed to sleep in.

Ben blinked a second glance at his older sister, his
eyes quickly taking in her long bare legs.  As she
moved, the bottom hem of her shirt seemed to tease
him, shifting sideways or upwards, just hinting at
giving him a glimpse of her panties.  If she was
wearing any anyway.  

The slight jiggle of her breasts told him that she
wasn't wearing a bra, so the lack of panties was
certainly possible.  He had gotten quite skilled in
identifying her undergarments over the years.  At
first it was just a game that he could use to tease
her, but in the past year or two it had become an
increasingly more enticing past time.

His breakfast spoon shook in his hand as the fevered
thoughts seeped into his brain.  His quickly growing
cock forced him to have to shift in his seat, even
though habit told him that when caught in-between his
sister and his mother, the best tactic was to remain
still and not attract any extra attention. 

Seeing his older sister half dressed wasn't an unusual
occurrence, and normally he'd only have given her a
second glance if she were doing something outrageous,
which was more often than not.  On the few occasions
when she did prompt some sort of sexual thought, it
was usually only for the split second that he forgot
that she was his sister.  Those thoughts would be
quickly followed by a growing sense of 'ick' that not
the strongest soap could wash away.

But after the events of the weekend, it was entirely
different.

Cat's words slowly seeped into his mind, having
finally made their way through the filters of sex that
were dominating his thoughts.  We overslept?  We'll
get to class?  Who were we?  He thought about asking,
but he doubted he'd get a straight answer from his
sister.

Instead he just glanced at his mother and tried to
hide any tell tale confused expression.  The last
thing he wanted to show was any sort of interest in
the conversation.  In these situations, showing
interest was usually quickly followed by ejection from
the room.

"I promised your father that you'd get to school just
like it was any other day."  His mother said, again
not speaking to him, but she didn't appear to be
talking to Cat either.

While shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his
mouth, Ben looked back to the basement door and was
surprised to see Cat's friend, Jane, stumbling through
the doorway.

Jane was a normal fixture around the house, always
seeming to be following behind Cat, but never on a
Monday morning, unless it was a holiday or summer
vacation anyway.  

Just like his sister, Jane's hair was in disarray,
with a lump of brown hair shooting off the left side
of her head at an awkward angle.  Even more
interesting to him was that she seemed to be wearing
one of Cat's t-shirts.

He found his eyes fixed to her body, unable to tear
his sight away, but indecisive as to where exactly to
look.  On a handful of occasions, he had actually seen
Cat in her panties, but he'd never seen Jane's.  He
found himself mentally hoping that the hem of her
t-shirt would rise just an inch or so more.  

But on the other hand, just a slight glance up from
her legs and he could see tantalizing bounce of her
breasts.  Jane's chest was obviously larger than his
older sister's and his mother's; he even thought they
might be bigger than Lauren's. 

Their upward and downward motion underneath the
t-shirt was hypnotic, the faint outline of what he
thought was a nipple seemed to bounce like the nose of
a cartoon animal trying to escape from inside a sheet.

"Sorry Ms. Lo."  Jane's voice snapped Ben's attention
back up to her face.  She sounded sheepishly
embarrassed and a blush was dawning on her cheeks.

Ben quickly turned his attention back to his
breakfast, shoving another spoon of cereal in his
mouth in an attempt to hide his wandering eyes and
even further wandering thoughts.

"Don't worry."  Cat quickly replied, cutting off
Sara's reply.  "We'll shower together to save time."

Ben barely managed to keep from coughing his cereal
onto the kitchen wall.  He glanced at his mother, then
to Cat, trying to judge her seriousness.  He looked
back to Jane who seemed to be blushing even more now.

It was like the words had taken an express train
straight into the deepest reaches of his mind.  All of
a sudden his imagination was filled with steamy shower
set right out of the B-grade soft porn that he wasn't
supposed to know ran on cable after midnight.  

Two figures were moving, their figures and details
obscured by the hazy steam and the clear plastic
shower curtain.  There was just enough detail that he
could make out that they were his older sister and her
friend.  

In the background there was bass heavy synthesizer
music of the most generic kind playing.  He wasn't
sure where the music was coming from, but it just
seemed appropriate.

They started talking to each other, in muffled,
playful tones.  He couldn't figure out what they could
possibly be talking about, so his imagination just
left out those details.  Then they started giggling,
which almost jarred Ben's mind right out of his
fantasy.  He was having a hard time accepting his
sister giggling at anything.

Through the shower curtain he could see the spray of
hot water shooting out and splashing across Jane's
back.  Cat's arms slipping around her friend, holding
just between her shoulder blades for a second, before
descending down and squeezing Jane's butt cheeks.

Jane's head bobbed, her mouth finding cat's neck and
sucking hard.  At the same time, Jane's arms had
wrapped around his older sister in a tight, almost
restrictive embrace.

Jane's mouth pulled off of his sister neck, making a
loud sucking pop that drowned out the music for just a
second.  Then their lips met.  Jane's head cocking to
the left, while cat's head went right.  Seemingly
impossibly the wet sound of their tongues thrashing
together managed to drown out both the music and the
sound of the shower spray.

Cat's fingernails dug into the tender flesh of Jane's
pale butt, leaving red marks that were obvious even
through the blurry plastic shower curtain.  Jane's
head pulled back, breaking their kiss, moaning loudly
as she stared up at the bathroom ceiling.

Cat's hands released her friend's butt, taking the
opportunity of distraction to cup both of Jane's
breasts.  The heavy flesh more than filled up his
sister's palms, spilling out around her fingers.

Cat angled Jane's left breast upwards, leaning in
close and sucking the pink nipple into her mouth,
along with a good portion of the surrounding flesh.

Jane gasped in excitement, her head snapping down to
look at her friend suckling at her.  Her hands went to
the back of Cat's head, running her fingers through
the girl's short black hair.

Cat quickly released the first nipple and moved her
mouth to the other, neglected one.  Her head seemed to
move as if she thought Jane might stop her.  But the
look on Jane's face did anything but suggest that.

Cat's hands moved down, settling on Jane's hips now. 
Steadying herself as she slowly kissed her way
downwards.  The spray of the shower slipping between
Jane's legs and splashing across Cat's own smaller
breasts.  Little drips of hot water hanging enticingly
down from his sister's nipples.

Cat's head blocked his view, but the movements and the
sharp little gasps of air that Jane was making told
him all he needed to know.  He was sure his older
sister's tongue was buried deep inside the folds of
her best friend's pussy.

Jane's fingers remained tightly clasped around Cat's
head, not pulling her hair, but holding her steady. 
Her arms straight down, almost like she was pushing
the other girl's head down further.  

As if what she was doing was exciting her even more,
Cat's hands were drawn between her own legs.  Slipping
between her spread knees and starting to rub
furiously.  Even though he still couldn't see any
details, the movement of her arms told enough of the
tale.

Jane gasped loudly, pulling her hands up away from
Cat's head.  Grabbing her own pendulous breasts
tightly, mashing them together with a familiarity of
motion.  The fingers moving to pinch the pale pink
nipples, making them grow a deeper rosy hue.

Cat stood up slowly now, an amused look on her face,
like she was proud of her accomplishments.  Jane, on
the other hand, had a more intense look on her face,
her hands reaching up and pushing her friend back
against the shower wall.

Without looking behind her, Jane reached back and
pulled the showerhead down, uncoiling the metal water
feed that led to the paddle.  They didn't actually
have one of those in their shower, but there was
always one of them in the movies that Bed had seen.  

Jane's eyes took on a mischievous expression as she
brought the shower head down between Cat's spread
legs.

The rapid drumming beat of fingernails snapped Ben's
attention back to his mother who's fingers were
impatiently tapping the counter with noticeably rising
irritation.  "I'm sure you will.  Which would only
make the pair of you even later."

The steamy bathroom vanished from his mind as he
blinked and tried to hide the hoarseness of his
breath.  His cock was painfully erect inside his jeans
and seemed to be getting only more painful.

Ben's mind focused on the here and now just in time to
see Jane give him a small smile.  He suddenly felt
embarrassed by his breakfast.  Not having expected his
bowl of Froot Loops to be spied by an outsider, much
less a female outsider.  He suddenly wished he had had
something more manly.  Like a ham steak and eggs or a
side of beef steak, even a bowl of bran flakes might
have worked.

He thanked god that he hadn't picked the oatmeal this
morning.

"Good morning."  Jane whispered to him as she slid
into the empty kitchen chair next to him.

All Ben could manage was a small smile in reply after
he prematurely swallowed a mouthful of cereal.  It was
a move he instantly regretted as he felt the ragged
edges scrapping their way down his throat.

"What do you want to eat?"  Ben ignored his older
sister's words, assuming that she was talking to Jane.
 Behind him he could hear her pulling open the
refrigerator door, oblivious to her mother's
disdainful glare.
 
"Cereal is fine."  Jane quickly replied, with one eye
on Sara, and still not wanting to be a bother.  Even
to Ben it was obvious that she was feeling wildly
uncomfortable but trying to hide it.   "I usually
don't eat anything for breakfast."

Ben fought down the urge to voice a protest as he
watched Jane's hand grab the side of the Fruit Loops
box.  Half of him wanted to say that it was his, but
the other half recognized how childish that would
sound.

"You don't mind sharing, do you?"  Jane glanced at
him, almost as if she recognized his ownership of the
box of sugar encrusted Technicolor rings.

Ben quickly shook his head no; embarrassed that
somehow the half dressed teenage girl had managed to
read his mind.  In the back of his mind he hoped that
she wasn't able to see the other things he had
imagined her doing.

"Ugh."  Cat exclaimed in disgust as she delivered the
carton of milk to the table, and then slumped down in
the last empty kitchen seat.  She acted as if she had
just dragged herself in from an entire day working.

"I don't know."  Jane shrugged.  "It's always been one
of my favorites."

Jane glanced at Ben and flashed him a conspiratorial
smile before she started pouring the cereal into her
bowl.

Ben could feel his sister glaring at him, but he just
continued to ignore her.  His lack of response seemed
to irritate her, sending her to reach across the small
table and snag a banana from the fruit bowl.

"If you want to eat like the troll boy, be my guest." 
Cat said sarcastically as she started to peel the
banana.

"Cat!"  Sara exclaimed, shooting a cold stare across
the kitchen at her daughter.  "There's no need for
talk like that.  Apologize to your brother."

The insult made Ben twitch; he was on the verge of
finally reacting.  Feeling even more embarrassed to
have an outsider as witness to this.

He watched as Jane looked back towards Cat and Sara,
making him glance in their direction as well.  He
could see one of their usual stand offs was in
process.  Though this one did seem less heated than
their usual confrontations.

He scooped up another spoonful of cereal as he looked
back to Jane, surprised to see her looking back at
him.  As soon as their eyes met, her eyes darted down
towards her lap, instinctively making him look there
as well.

To his surprise he saw her hand gripping the front hem
of her t-shirt, lifting it up a few inches for just a
moment.  His eyes went wide as he stared at her dark
purple panties, little curls of brown hair peeking
around the sides of it.

Jane's hand pulled the shirt back into place,
obscuring his view again.  He glanced at her face
questioningly, only to find her winking at him.

"Good morning!"  Mike announced enthusiastically as he
strode into the kitchen.

Ben's eyes darted away from Jane, feeling like he had
been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  But his
father seemed totally oblivious to the recent events
that had dominated Ben's mind.

The older man just walked into the kitchen and kissed
Sara on the cheek, just like it was any other weekday
morning.

"Is Angela up?"  Sara asked after Mike's kiss.

"Yes."  The older man replied as he rooted around in
the refrigerator.  "I just woke her up.  Last I saw
she was in the bathroom."

Sara felt a growing sense of annoyance now.  "From now
on, Sunday nights are off limits.  Everyone is going
to be late."

"I could call in sick."  Mike glanced over his
shoulder at his wife and wiggled his eyebrows in a
comically suggestive way.

Sara's only reply was an exhausted sounding exhale.

Mike pulled the carton of orange juice from the fridge
and was about to drink directly from it.  But one
glance at his wife curtailed his intentions, sending
him to the closet for a glass.

"So girls," Mike smiled as he poured himself a glass
of juice.  "How was your night?"

Ben continued to eat but watched the exchange with
acutely keen interest.  He saw the sneaky wink his
father shot to Cat and Jane.  As well as Jane's almost
immediate beet red blush of a reply.

He felt the D train to Lustville starting up its
express route into his imagination again.  He squeezed
his eyes shut tight, just barely managing to derail it
somewhere in the suburbs.

"We had a great night."  Cat replied with a smug
smile.  "We screwed all night."

Ben's eyes went wide at hearing his older sister's
words.  It took monumental control to keep from
shooting milk laced with jagged cereal shards from out
of his nose.

"Cat!  Young lady, talk like that is entirely
unnecessary!"  Sara shot her daughter a cold, annoyed
look that was potent enough to give Ben a full body
shiver, even though it wasn't directed towards him.

"And you."  Sara's gaze turned towards her husband. 
"Stop encouraging her."

Mike quickly downed the juice in his glass and then
glanced at his watch.  "Oh, is that the time?  I have
to run or I'll be late."

Mike stepped towards his wife, undaunted by the cold
gaze she was still giving him.  "See you tonight."

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then bolted
for the front door.

Sara watched the retreating form of her husband for a
moment, before giving Jane an apologetic smile.

"I have to apologize for my uncouth family."  Sara's
voice was soft and kind now, but quickly gave way to a
stern tone as she looked at her eldest daughter again.
 "They aren't normally boorish morons."

In a move that surprised Ben, Cat actually turned to
Jane and said "Sorry."

In the course of his life, Ben was sure he could
probably count the number of times he heard Cat
apologize on his fingers.  And half of those were only
after considerably coaxing and the occasional bribe.

Even more surprising to him was that Jane didn't look
embarrassed.  Normally the smallest thing would make
her blush uncontrollably, but now she seemed amused,
maybe even proud.

In Ben's mind there was no question about what his
sister and her friend had been doing last night.  Not
with the way Jane was looking at Cat or the reaction
his mother was having.

"Ben?"  His mother's voice jolted him back to the here
and now.  "You should get a move on too."

Even before he looked at the clock, he knew he didn't
have to move that fast.  It was barely 7:10, but
judging by the sound of his mother's voice, he could
tell that she wasn't concerned with his tardiness. 
She wanted to talk to Cat and Jane without him
present, which was obvious.

Ben nodded and took one last mouthful of his breakfast
before picking up his bowl and depositing it in the
sink.  

Ben glanced back at the table as he exited the kitchen
and wasn't surprised to see his mother sitting down in
his vacated seat.

Climbing the stairs ended up being unexpectedly
painful, the aching in Ben's jeans seemed to find
every seam possible with each step he took.  There was
no way he could leave for school like this and he had
to find some way to exorcise the images of his older
sister and Jane out of his mind.

Just thinking their names was enough to have the whole
image reoccur in his mind.  He could see it all as
plain as day, as if he was standing right in the room
while they...

He stopped at the top of the stairs and just
concentrated on the image.  He held it as clearly and
as distinctly as he could.  This time he let his mind
fill in details of anatomy that he hadn't been able to
imagine before.

He pictured his older sister's smallish breasts,
capped with dark pink nipples, similar to his mothers.
 Long and thick, just begging to be placed inside his
warm mouth.  Her pussy bare of any hair, just pale
white, until it reached her lips where they flared out
into a darker, warmish crimson.

Imagining Jane was a little bit harder, he'd barely
ever seen her in anything other than t-shirts and
loose jeans.  But that didn't stop his imagination
from taking over.

Her hefty breasts hanging down from her bare chest,
her nipples smaller and daintier than Cat's.  A paler
pink that made them seem more sensitive and bashful. 
For contrast he pictured Jane's pussy covered with
curls of light brown hair, hiding any other details of
her flesh.  Just the darker wet curls giving away how
much she wanted feel him inside her.

He opened his eyes slowly and glanced at his bedroom
door.  That would be the obvious place for him to sate
his needs.  Then he remembered what his father had
said when he was asked about Angela.

"Last I saw she was in the bathroom."

Ben looked at the closed bathroom door and imagined
his younger sister in there.  In the same shower he
was busy picturing Cat and Jane in.  He paused in
front of the door and listened, but didn't hear
anything.

He knocked lightly on the door, but didn't even wait a
second before opening it just a crack.

"Hey!  I was in here first!"  He heard Angela shout in
protest.

"I know."  Ben whispered around the door, being
careful not to peek inside.  "I just need to use the
bathroom for a second."

"I'm taking a shower!"  Angela shouted in reply.

"The water isn't even running yet."  Ben whispered in
reply.  "We can share it for a minute."

"But I'm naked!"  The young girl continued to shout.

"So?  Everyone but me has seen you naked."  Ben felt a
slight whine slipping into his voice, but stopped it
before it became too noticeable.  "I'll let you see me
naked too if you want."

Ben stood outside the door, waiting.  He didn't expect
his sister to take this long to reply.

"Really?"  Angela's voice sounded dubiously
unbelieving.  "Promise?"

"I promise."  Ben replied solemnly.  "Can I come in
now?"

"Okay."

Ben opened the bathroom door just enough to slip
inside, quickly closing it behind him.  He still felt
like he was sneaking and that if his mother caught
them, there would be hell to pay.

But his logical mind told him that probably wasn't the
case.  That instead, they'd probably be encouraging
this.  If anything, they might be mad that they didn't
get to supervise or something.

"Remember, you promised."  Angela repeated, her head
sticking out from around the edge of the yellow shower
curtain.

"I thought you were taking a shower?"  Ben asked, the
images of his older sister in the shower still fresh
in his mind.

"I was about to."  Angela's face disappeared for a
half second, the squeaking sound of the shower knob
being turned.  Her face quickly reappeared, "There. 
It's on now."

"What do you need to do in here?"  Angela's brow
knitted in curiosity, her eyes still staring at her
older brother.

"I need to jack off."  

"What?"  She stared at him quizzically, not
understanding what he meant.

"I need to jack off."  He repeated, suddenly feeling a
bit uncomfortable and out of place.  With the way she
was talking yesterday morning, he assumed that she
knew what that meant.  "I need to play with myself."

"Oh."  Angela giggled, "Why didn't you just say so?"

Ben shook his head at her reaction; it was the sort of
smart-ass thing he'd have expected Cat to say.

While his little sister continued to watch, her body
still hidden behind the shroud of the yellow shower
curtain, he started to strip down.  He felt no modesty
as he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head.  He
actually he come to actually enjoy the idea of being
watched.

He glanced at Angela's face, still peeking around the
shower curtain that she clutched under her chin, and
could see the look on anticipation on her face.  She
wasn't even aware of him looking at her, her own eyes
locked down on his crotch.

He glanced down at himself and unbuttoned the front of
his jeans.  Sliding the zipper down and pushing the
waist down from his hips.  His cock immediately sprang
forward, tenting his blue cotton boxers out.

He again glanced at his sister's face, seeing her eyes
wide now, rooted to his still hidden bulge.  He could
feel the tip of his cock attempting to peek out of the
fly, adding to his own anticipation of showing himself
off.

He dropped his jeans to the tile floor and then kicked
them to the door, where they'd be safely out of the
way.  He didn't feel like worrying about getting them
wet, with water or with his own spunk.  It was bad
enough that he was going to have to change his boxers
because of the big wet spot he had already put in them
from breakfast.

"Ready?"  He slipped his thumbs into the hem of his
boxers and looked at Angela's face.

The eight year old nodded her head quickly, eagerly. 
Her eyes managing to disentangle themselves from his
boxers for just the briefest of seconds.

With a flourish, and while resisting the urge to say
'ta-dah!' he yanked down his boxers.  Letting his cock
spring free and stand straight out away from himself. 
The entire time his eyes watched his little sister's
face, her eyes going slightly wider for a second, then
the pale blush tingeing her cheeks for a second,
finally followed be a stream of giggles.

Had anyone else laughed like that, he would probably
have taken offense.  But he didn't mind it in this
case; he could tell that she wasn't laughing at him,
but more laughing out of embarrassment.  It was like
she didn't know what else to do and that kind of
excited him.

He stood there, fairly proud of himself, letting
Angela have a good long look.  He didn't think he was
all that well endowed, but that didn't really matter
to him.  The shaft of his cock was mostly pale, with a
slightly yellowish hue, but the tip of it was a
violently engorged crimson, still shiney from his
pre-cum.

He had a small amount of curly black hair, clustered
around its base.  His balls fell loose and free,
dangling a bit.  His own excitement as well as the
warmth of his jeans had seen to it that they were
quite happy, for lack of a better description.

"You're going to play with it?"  Angela asked
curiously, still looking at his cock, but evidentially
having gotten over the initial surprise.

Ben nodded in reply, "I usually do.  Before I go to
school."

"Really?"  Angela seemed a little surprised at hearing
of this routine.  It wasn't really something she had
considered as a 'regular' occurrence.  "Can I help? 
Mom and Dad said that I'm pretty good at it."

Ben's immediate reaction was to shake his head no in
reply.  It was only after he had done this that the
temptations of letting her do it seeped into his mind.
 But still, that seemed like more than he should be
doing.  "Maybe another time?"

Angela's initial disappointment at being turned down
faded once the offer of another time came up.

Ben, now intent on his course of action, sat down on
the closed toilet.  Leaning back so that his shoulders
were resting on the porcelain of the back of the
toilet.  He glanced around quickly, spotting what he
needed.

"That's Mom's moisturizer."  Angela commented in a
confused voice as she watched her older brother pick
the plastic tube up from the sink.

"I know."  He glanced at his sister and smirked, "I
need it."

An even more confused expression appeared on Angela's
face as she watched her brother squirt out a line of
white cream along the length of his cock.  It was like
watching him frost a cake and she really couldn't
fathom why he needed to do that.

Ben leaned back even further, relaxing his muscles as
he lightly wrapped his hand around the base of his
cock.  He knew it wasn't going to take much for him to
finish.  Not with Angela watching and his imagination
still fresh with the idea of girl on girl sex between
his older sister and her friend.

He ran his fist loosely up the length of his cock,
smearing the moisturizer across its entire length.  He
ran his fingers fully up and over the tip, making sure
to cover it as well.  His own touch was enough to make
his body shake, as his fingers graced across the over
stimulated nerve endings.

"Does it feel good?"  Angela asked, her eyes drifting
from her brother for a second as she regarded the tube
of moisturizer.  She was now wondering if it was
something she could make use of.

"Umhm."  Ben managed to reply as he closed his eyes. 
Images of Cat and Jane flared back up in his mind like
fireworks bursting in the sky.

He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock again
and started to stroke up and down.  Slowly at first,
but quickly gaining speed.  Little drips of pre-cum
flecked from the head of his cock, dropping onto his
chest while Angela continued to intently watch.

He pictured Jane holding the retractable showerhead
between his older sister's legs.  The hot water
shooting up and spraying Cat's sensitive lips.  Jane's
other hand reaching through the water spray and
rubbing her friend's pussy, making sure that her lips
were spread enough so that the water could pound
directly on her bared clit.

He tightened his grip around his cock, threatening to
strangle off the blood flow as he stroked even faster.
 He was breathing in gasps now.  Feeling his coming
orgasm approach even quicker.  His pulse racing and
making a throbbing feeling in his ears.

He could see Jane leaning forward, sticking her tongue
out of her lips.  The tip of it flapping back and
forth against his older sister's engorged clit. 
Batting it left and right like it was a little
punching bag.  

Everything went black in his mind as he felt his cock
rebel against his grip, a sudden flow of blood pushing
forward.  He just held still as he felt the first of
his cum shoot out of him, liquid and runny, hot
against his chest.  A second surge quickly followed,
thicker and sticky.  Joining the splash on his chest.

In the back of his mind he could barely hear Angela
gasp at seeing that.  But he just sat still, his eyes
still closed.  Enjoying the last waves of pleasurable
release as they slowly faded.

He opened his eyes and immediately looked at his
little sister, who was still intently watching him
from the safety of the shower.

"So?"  He asked, with a raspy dry voice.  "Did you
like watching?"

Angela nodded slowly, a small smile appearing on her
face.  Amused by the obvious pleasure her brother had
just enjoyed.  "You made a mess."

He glanced down at his sticky chest, noting that the
strongest blast had almost made it up to his neck. 
For a brief second he thought about tasting it
himself.  Not because he enjoyed doing it, but just
because he wondered what Angela's reaction would be to
seeing that.

He knew Lauren loved to see him do that on webcam,
after all.

He grabbed a washrag from where it hung on the wall
and carefully wiped himself down.  He still felt a
thin covering of stickiness, but the big wet parts
were gone now.

"See?  All cleaned up."  He smirked as he stood back
up.

Angela, still clutching the yellow shower curtain
underneath her chin, nodded slowly, an approving smile
on her face.

"So."  Ben smirked in reply.  "Can I just have a
peek?"

Angela blinked, surprised.  "At me?"

Ben just nodded.  He didn't feel overly lustful at the
moment, not anymore.  But he was still curious.

"If I do..."  The gears of Angela's mind already
turning.  "Then next time I can help?"

"Sure."  It was an ease enough agreement to make.  Ben
was pretty sure he'd enjoy it either way.

"Okay."  Angela's head disappeared behind the shower
curtain for the briefest of seconds, and then she
pulled it back slightly.  Exposing herself to her
older brother with only the slightest bit of modesty.

Her skin was even paler than Ben had imagined Cat's
being, but she was still covered in water just like he
had imagined.  She had no breasts to speak of, just
maybe, by a small stretch of the imagination, the
slight rise of them starting to develop.

Her nipples were a very pale pink, with the tiniest of
pointy nub to them.  Almost identical to what he had
imagined Jane's to look like.

His eyes quickly darted down her flat belly and narrow
hips, locking between her legs.  Seeing the puffy lips
of her pussy, all pale with just a hint of darker red.
 

He knew he was looking at something, someone that he
wasn't meant to see.  That outside of the house, no
one would understand this.  That they'd say it was
wrong or immoral or that something was wrong with him.
 And that just made his cock twitch with excitement. 
He could feel himself growing again, despite what he
thought.

"That's enough."  Angela teased, pulling the shower
curtain back into place and hiding her body.

The sudden movement jarred Ben's mind, "Thank you."

He turned to wash his hands at the second, and then
glanced at the shower.  "I love you."

The words surprised Angela; she wasn't use to hearing
that.  Sure, Mom and Dad said it all the time, but Ben
and Cat hardly ever said it.  Hearing the words gave
her a sort of glow, warmness inside that she hadn't
felt before.

She peeked around the edge of the shower curtain to
see if her brother was joking or teasing her.  But he
was just picked up his clothes now.  "I love you too."

Ben wasn't sure what had come over him to say that. 
But once he heard his little sister reply he no longer
felt nervous about it.  And he certainly didn't regret
saying it.

With his discard clothes in hand, he opened the
bathroom door and stepped out stark naked.  It wasn't
something he'd normally do, but it didn't seem
uncomfortable at the moment.

That was until he saw Jane just reaching the top of
the stairs.  Her eyes met his and he instantly felt
more than a bit embarrassed.

He was surprised to see her not turn away in her own
embarrassment.  Instead her eyes glanced down and
looked at his half-inflated cock.

His embarrassment quickly faded as he watched her
face.  At first there was no reaction, but then he saw
her lick her lips.  And the slightest hint of a smirk
started to curl her mouth.

Ben could feel his cock twitch and grow slightly,
excited by the newfound attention.  "Angela is still
in there.  She should be out in a minute or two."

After seeing Jane's nod of acknowledgement, Ben walked
proudly down the hall in front of her, disappearing
into his own bedroom.



       
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