“Sorry,” he said weakly, “I didn’t mean to… to do that.”
“Hey,” she said, and made him look at her, “don’t be sorry. Never be sorry for having a natural reaction to being excited. Remember, tension, nervousness, they’re killers. When you fight what happens naturally, you get tense and it will show. Men cum. Women cum. It doesn’t matter if they’re brothers or sisters or the fucking President, they all cum.”
Trevor laughed at that and felt a little better.
“Thanks,” he said, not really sure if it was for her words or the handjob. Probably a blanket to cover both, but Stacy seemed to understand.
“It’s ok to get turned on,” she said, “when you’re touching someone. If you hadn’t, I’d have felt awful, and you turned me on, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah! I wasn’t just trying to rile you up when I said my pussy was wet. You did great. You need more practice,” she said, with no hint of commitment, “but that will come with time. You’re a natural lover, Trev. Like I said, you really are sweet, and that comes across in the way you touch. Once you have the experience, you’ll have that little girlfriend addicted to spreading her legs.”
She winked and grinned at him, making him smile back sheepishly. Just like Stacy to follow up a compliment with something outlandish and dirty.
“You should probably go clean up,” she said, her eyes flicking down to his crotch.
“Uh, yeah. Um, thanks again.”
As shocking as the afternoon had been, what Stacy did next completely blew his mind. She brought her cum-covered hand to her mouth, and licked at the semen on her fingers, sampling it like she was testing a wine. Trevor gaped openly, at a loss for words.
“What?” she asked, as though it were only natural to put her brother’s semen into her mouth. She looked at her hand and said, “Every sister is curious. It’s just a little cum, after all. Incest sperm doesn’t really taste any different from other sperm,” she concluded with a shrug. “Go take a shower.”
Trevor shook his head and rolled off of the bed, then fumbled in his drawers for a clean pair of shorts and a shirt. As he went for the door, Stacy said, “Trev?”
He turned back.
“Do you mind if I use your computer while you’re in the shower?”
He slowly shook his head and fled from the room.
Chapter 9: Daddy’s Cake
Trevor took his sweet time in the shower, letting the water run down over his body until it was ice cold. It still couldn’t wash the filth from his mind, though. Now that he had time to think, alone, away from the smell and the heat of Stacy’s body, her gentle touching, plump lips, and seductive curves, he was conflicted again. He thought of how much better he was going to be at making his girlfriend horny.
When he thought about how his hands would feel tracing the curves of Mary’s tiny body, sliding his fingertips along those sensitive areas, how wonderful the little points of her nipples would feel as he stroked them, Mary’s small buds ballooned in his imagination, into full mounds he couldn’t even get his whole hand around. When he imagined how she might moan in pleasure, or what she might say when she was aroused, it wasn’t Mary’s soft, lilting tone in his head. It was a honey-dipped, confident voice saying, “My pussy is so wet… You’re thinking about my pussy, aren’t you?”
He shut off the shower, dried and dressed. As he approached the door to his room, he stopped. It was open. When he looked inside, was he going to see Stacy at his computer, openly masturbating, plunging that pink toy into her wet pussy? He suddenly found himself excited at the idea, and then immediately felt bad. It was all so confusing. He slowly approached, peeked around the doorframe. The room was empty. He felt a curious mix of relief and disappointment.