Ginger vs. Ethan Ch. 02byBuckyDuckman©
Ginger put on her t-shirt and panties before darting across the hall to the bathroom. She hated sharing a bathroom with Ethan. His room was right next to the bathroom. She glanced, saw he was gone and still locked the door to the bathroom before going pee and taking a shower. After peeing, she got into the shower. The hot water felt good against her bare skin. She pulled down the shower massage and allowed it play across her naked body. As she ran it over her breasts, she thought about the surprise of Ethan's big dick. It was huge! She considered telling Bethany about it, but how could she ever explain it? Maybe she could tell Beth she had caught him jerking off. She moved the shower spray across her body until it was beating against her pussy. She tried to imagine fitting a cock as big as Ethan's inside her pussy. She imagined her pussy stretching to be filled by it. She kept the shower massage aimed at her pussy a few more moments before she realized what she was doing. How big Ethan's cock was didn't matter; he was still her brother! She moved the showerhead to safer spots on her body.
Done with her shower, she pulled on a pair of sweatpants, another t-shirt and checked the progress of her computer before she went downstairs. Ethan was sitting at the table in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. "You blowing off school?" Ethan asked. She shrugged.
"Might as well. Might do it tomorrow, too. Why? You gonna call mom and dad and tell them that, too?"
"I don't give a fuck," he said and went back to his cereal. His spring break had started on Monday. She would have Friday off and all of next week. It felt unfair to her, but it didn't matter. In less than three months, she would graduate high school and be as free as her brother. "What are you going to do today instead of school?"
"I guess I'm going to spend the day reinstalling programs on my computer. I wiped my hard drive, reinstalled my operating system and put a password on my computer, so good luck being a pervert."
"Admit it, you had fun watching me."
She turned and stared at him. "What is wrong with you?" she asked. "Doesn't it matter that I'm your sister?"
"Fuck you," she said, pouring a bowl of cereal. She chose a brand she didn't like instead of eating from the same box as him. "Maybe I was faking."
"Uh-huh and maybe I can tell the difference."
"You came, too," she shot back.
"Yeah I did," he said. He slurped the milk from the bottom of his bowl, carried his empty bowl to the sink, leaned against the counter and ran his eyes over her. He grabbed the front of his loose fitting shorts, rubbing his cock. "What to watch me do it again?"
"Stop it!" Ginger said, noticing the bulge inside his shorts. Was he getting hard again?
"You know you liked it," he teased.
"No I didn't."
"Why are your nipples hard?" he asked, staring at her chest. Ginger glanced at herself and Ethan began laughing. "Made you look." It didn't help that he had been right. Her nipples were hard.
"You're a dick."
"Maybe. I certainly have one," he said, pulling his hand away from his crotch. His cock was long and extended down his left leg. If he wore short shorts, the tip might have shown. He pulled up the pant leg of his shorts until the head showed. "Want to touch it?"
"Then why are you staring it?" he asked.
"Why not? How many times did you look at me?"
"So I should get naked and let you watch?"
"Why would you say that?" she asked, pulling her eyes away from his exposed prick.
"Even the score."
"Is that what this is all about? You can't get a girlfriend, so you have to blackmail your little sister?"
"Trust me, we can get a girl," he said. He reached inside his shorts, pushed down the front and pulled out his long, half-hard prick. He allowed it dangle over the elastic band. "Too bad you can't."
"What's that mean?" she asked, unable to stop herself from glancing at his exposed manhood.
"Beth," he smirked. "It's really sad how much you want her." Ginger felt her face flushing. "How many times have you tried kissing her?"
"We were drunk and just playing around."
"Too bad you made me erase those pictures."
"Why?" she asked, unable to imagine a world where his library of pictures could have value.
"Because I could show you how into it she was. You never noticed how hard her nipples got or the way she put her hand between her legs when you kissed?"
"I'm lots of things, but I'm not a liar," he said. He pulled up his shorts, but grabbed the healthy bulge still snaking its way down his thigh. "I'll let you know when I'm going to jerk-off later so you can join me."
"In your dreams."
"And yours," he said. He went upstairs leaving behind his confused sister.
Ginger took one bite of her bran cereal before dumping it out. How did her mom eat this crap? She emptied her bowl and refilled it with the same sugary, fruity cereal Ethan had enjoyed. She stayed propped against the counter, bothered by Ethan and his observations. It bothered her how much power his big dick had over her. Did he know she had almost touched it when he told her she could? Big cocks fascinated her and his was porn star big, maybe bigger. She tried to shake away her mind's focus on it. She thought about Bethany. Had he been right about her hard nipples and her hand between her legs? Could it be, Bethany stopped their kiss because it was getting to her? Ginger stared blankly across the kitchen as she shoveled cereal into her mouth. Her mind roamed back and forth between Ethan and Bethany, exciting her with evil images of blatant sexuality. Damn it, she didn't need this in her life.
It bothered Ginger how much she enjoyed masturbating and putting things inside of her. Long before Ginger had found her mom's vibrator, she had discovered the joy of putting other things inside her pussy. She had started with long, tapered candles which had felt good, but not good enough. Once she had found an especially fat carrot in the refrigerator and snuck it into her room. That was better and she could remember laughing that night when her mom served cooked carrots. She knew her carrot had been one of them. Another time, she had found a fat stick of pepperoni and could resist taking it for a ride, too. Pizza night had been another giggle fest for her followed by a night of masturbating and wishing the stick of pepperoni was still around. What the hell was wrong with her?
Seeing Ethan's dick bothered her. She couldn't block out that he was her brother any more than she could block out her thrill at seeing his fat prick. Most of the time, he was a good brother to her, except that had changed after the wine bottle incident. She had felt his cold shoulder and figured he would get over it. Maybe things would be better now? Did today even the score? She wasn't sure. She put her empty cereal bowl into the sink and picked up the milk bottle from the table. Of course Ethan would leave it sitting out. She put it away and spied the fat cucumber sitting on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. That wasn't something she needed to see.
She went upstairs, past Ethan's opened door, something he never did when mom and dad were home. He sat in his big "command chair" with is back to the doorway. On his center screen, he was playing a computer game. On the screen to his left, a slideshow ran by of naked and scantily clad women. A porn movie played on the left side screen. Ginger hesitated at his door, trying to think of a smart-assed comment and drawing a blank. She noticed the shorts he had been wearing sitting on the floor next to his command chair. Was he sitting there without pants or had he changed his clothes? She didn't want to know. She went into her room and shut the door against the sounds of warfare coming from his computer. She started reinstalling her software and realized she was missing a couple software discs. She crossed the hall back to her brother's room. "Hey, do you still have the Office and Photoshop discs?"
"Yeah, right here," Ethan said, pulling open a drawer to his left before returning his hands to the keyboard.
Ginger moved to his desk and found the answer to her earlier question. He was sitting there without pants. His cock didn't look any harder than it had in the kitchen, but it was still bigger and fatter than any other cock she had seen. "Really?" she asked.
"Let me know if you see something you've never seen before," he said without looking away from his computer screen.
"You're made wrong," she said, finding the two discs she needed and sneaking another long look at his nakedness. Why not? He wasn't paying attention.
"We're from the same stock," he said, otherwise ignoring her.
His comment stuck with Ginger as she watched software installing on her computer. It was true, of course, they came from the same gene pool and it showed. If they were the same age, she was sure her and Ethan could pass as fraternal twins. He was taller than her and had inherited dad's brown hair instead of mom's red hair like she had done. She remembered when she took pride in how good looking her family was. Her dad was good looking. Her mom was still a knock-out though she was pushing forty. If Ethan wasn't so skinny, he would be handsome; all of her girlfriends thought he was cute, especially Bethany. He had a big dick and she liked big dicks. She smirked at the thought.
Did sharing a gene pool make them different from everyone else? What did that mean? Did mean he jerked off as often as she played with herself? An image of him stroking his big dick flashed into her mind and she tried to dismiss it. Instead, her mind zeroed in on his big prick. How big could it be? She thought about her eight inched boyfriend and was sure it was longer. And fatter, she reminded herself. It looked really fat. She held up three fingers and studied them. Was he that thick? Thicker? She added a fourth finger and shook her head. He was big, but he couldn't be that big, could he? She looked at her narrow wrist and her eyes went wide when she realized: maybe.
She took the discs back to her brother's room and stole another long look at his not-quite-hard prick. She looked up and saw he was watching her. "See anything you like?"
"Are you going to spend the day naked?"
"Why not? What's to hide?"
"Freak," she said, shoving the open drawer closed and went back to her room. She thought again about the cucumber in the refrigerator and dismissed the thought. Not while there was a chance of Ethan catching her.
She glanced at the clock on her computer and saw she had three more hours before any of her friends would be out of school. Damn it, her life sucked. She opened up her browser and surfed the underbelly of the internet, finding chat rooms where people didn't care if she had masturbated in front of her brother that morning. These people thought it was sexy as hell. What was wrong with these people? What was wrong with her? The guys in the chat rooms were as trashy as always, talking about how much they enjoyed sneaking a peek of their sisters or stealing her panties or how much they wanted their sisters to catch them masturbating. Ethan hadn't done any of those things as far as she can tell. True, he had taken lots of pictures of her masturbating, having sex with her boyfriend and kissing Bethany, too. Ethan had collected a library of evidence to use against her, but it felt different than these other guys. Why had he sat on it for so long? Why had he allowed her to bully him into deleting them so easily? That bothered her. Was he up to something else?
I still do my brother, read the private message from a user with a woman's name. Ginger nearly deleted the PM out of habit before she read it. She wrote back, asking the person if they were telling the truth. Yes. No one in the family knows. It's our secret. The woman added a smiley face. Ginger asked if anyone knew and the answer surprised her. His wife and my husband. We get together for foursomes sometimes. His wife is hot! The idea of sharing Ethan sent a jolt through her. What if it happened? Could it? Would that make it more right or less wrong? Would it give her a chance to take his big dick for a ride? Ginger shook the idea away and peppered the woman with questions about how it began between her and her brother and if she thought it was wrong. She didn't like all the answers, especially about when she and her brother had started playing, but it made the woman's opinion about it make more sense. I never thought about it that way. He's my brother, why shouldn't I love him, too?
More PMs piled up while she chatted with the woman. She clicked them close, barely paying attention to them. Incest is best. I love my sister! I fuck my mommy. Daddy caught us and joined in! Twin-cest is best! My brother was my first. My sister gave me my first orgasm. That last one was written by someone with a woman's handle and sent another jolt through Ginger. She wished she hadn't been so quick to close that one. The last one she read before leaving the chat room was from a guy and it made her laugh. My sister made me suck off her boyfriend in front of her girlfriends. Regardless of how often she had teased Ethan about Jared, she knew her brother was straight.
There was a knock on her door before Ethan opened it. "What if I had been changing?" she asked, pissed how he would open her door before she had a chance to respond to his knock.
"Or playing with yourself," he said with a big grin. At least he was dressed. Not only was he dressed, but it looked as if he had taken a shower, too. How long had she been chatting online? "I just want to know if you're going to throw me under the bus to mom and dad if I bring someone over." The rule against visitors while their parents were gone was a holdover from their days spent as latchkey kids while their parents' worked. As far as they knew, with the exception of a couple pre-approved people, the rule still stood.
"Who?" she asked, more curious than caring.
"Just a girl I know. I'll leave the door open a crack and you watch me fuck her."
"What makes you think I want to watch you fucking one of your skanky girlfriends?" Ginger said. After he was gone, she went into his room. She wanted to know how he had taken those pictures of her. If she could get into his computer, she knew she could find the spyware he had used. Ethan was good with computers, but so was Ginger. She noticed he had picked up, made his bed and guessed it was for the benefit of his girlfriend. She wiggled the mouse on his computer, bringing his three screens back to life. Of course his computer was password protected. She made a couple stabs at unlocking it and couldn't do it. She was still trying when she heard him pulling back into the driveway.
She peeked out his bedroom window to see who he had brought home. She didn't recognize the skinny brunette holding her brother's hand. Of course, she had to be a brunette. Ginger didn't know why but Ethan claimed he didn't like blondes. She must be someone he had met at the community college. She looked as if she was giggling. At least she's not fat, Ginger thought. She scrambled back to her room and shut the door. She heard them coming upstairs. She heard her brother's voice, too low for her to make out words. She heard the girl giggle and rolled her eyes. When had she missed her brother becoming a player?
There were updates to install on her restored computer and she had another hour before her friends were out of school and texting her. Through her closed doors, she heard the giggles of sex play going on. She heard her brother's throaty moans and his girlfriend's playful giggles. Ginger wished she had gotten something to drink before they came home. Did the girl know she was home? Did she care? Ethan had never been home the couple times when Ginger had broken the rules with her ex-boyfriend. Curiosity got the better of her. Had Ethan left his door ajar as he had said?
Ginger opened her door far enough to look into the hallway. Ethan's door was cracked open. If she moved into the hallway and stood to the side, what could she see? Could she see his bed? She heard more moans, louder in the hallway than behind her closed door. She crept closer. The crack in the door wasn't very wide. She pressed against it and felt the door move inwards a bit farther. She froze. She could see them. Ethan was lying on his back. The girl knelt between his legs and Ginger could tell what she was doing by the way her bobbed up and down. Ginger stepped away from the door. She was not going to peep on her brother. She turned to head back to her bedroom when she heard her brother's voice. "Come on, baby, enough. Let me fuck you."
Ginger froze. She was filled with indecisiveness. She shouldn't do it. She had no business watching Ethan with his girlfriend. Except he had left his door open, hadn't he? Didn't that mean he wanted her to see it? She heard the dark haired woman complain, "Ouch! Not so deep, Ethan, you know that hurts me!"
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Yeah, like that," she purred.
Feeling like a pervert, Ginger was drawn back to the door. She peeked and saw Miss Bimbo was on her back, her legs wide open with Ethan on top of her. Ginger saw between his legs. She watched his big ball sac swaying as he moved in and out of her. She saw how he wasn't putting it all the way inside of her. She inhaled and smelled their lovemaking as sweet musk. She resisted the urge to clutch herself. She would not masturbate in the hallway watching her brother fucking his girlfriend. She was about to pull away when Ethan looked over his shoulder. He smiled at her and poked his girlfriend too deep. The brunette bimbo screamed "Ouch!" and slapped him.
Ginger backed away, embarrassed at being caught. She went back to her room and played with herself. She couldn't help herself. She was too excited. At least she wasn't going to do it at Ethan's door. She shut her bedroom door, stripped naked and laid in the middle of her bed. Before she got started, she got out of bed and closed the lid of her laptop, just in case. She pulled on her hard nipples, tweaking them harder than any boyfriend ever did. It left behind a burning sensation that felt good to her. She began fingering her pussy and her mind went directly back to that morning when she was doing it on Ethan's bed and he was watching her. She didn't care. She went with the image. She imagined him standing there again. She imagined him pulling on his big, long dick. Do you like that? She thought. She put three fingers inside her pussy. Does that make you hard? She pushed her little finger inside, too. The angle was awkward, but she did the best she could. She pushed her hand inside as far as her knuckles. It felt good, really good. She rubbed her clitoris and came to the sound of her cell phone buzzing on her desk. She glanced at the clock on her bed. It was after three. Bethany would be on the bus. She wiped her wet fingers off on her stomach and picked up her phone.
Bethany asked how she was feeling. Ginger said she was fine and went right into her weird day. So here's something icky that happened, she wrote in text to Bethany. I saw Ethan naked
He was sleeping naked with his door open, she lied. I tried not to look, but it was too late. Pass me the eye bleach! Bethany had visited enough times to know how easy it would be to see inside Ethan's room on the way to the bathroom.
LOL, Beth texted back.
I think he was hard!
I think. I didn't stare.
You should have taken a picture, LOL Bethany wrote.
For me! Was it big?
He's really big.