Just Get It Over With

"Fuck it," she murmured aloud, and she dropped one hand to the top button of her tiny shorts. She popped it open and saw Greg's eyes go wide.

"Holy shit," he exclaimed as she unzipped shorts about halfway. This gave her just enough access to slide a few of her slender fingers inside them. As she felt her own smooth skin, she wondered if it would shock her brother if she were to reveal the fact that there pussy was shaved baby-bald smooth...

No, she told herself. I have to set a limit. If I take my shorts off, I might lose control all together and let my own brother have me. We both just need to cum, she reasoned with herself. He's going to climax any minute, and hopefully me too, and then we'll calm down and come to our senses. It would be difficult, but she had to reinforce a key rule.

She approached Greg, and he paused in his stroking, watching in wonder as she kept one hand on her breast, the other just inside her shorts.

"Remember the rule," she said. "No touching."

He swallowed, still frozen, because she kept getting closer. "Okay..."

"Back up a little," she said. He obeyed, stepping back until he was stopped by the couch up against his calves. She got directly in front of him then sat on the coffee table. She opened her knees a little, dug deeper into her shorts with one hand, then leaned back a little on the other. Her amble breasts moved slightly as her weight shifted, but they were still perky and perfectly round, almost defying gravity. Then Stephanie started playing with herself. When she saw Greg still wasn't moving, she glanced down at his dick, then back at him, and nodded.

"Keep doing it."

He didn't need to be told twice. Now at point blank range Greg started pumping his fist up and down on his hard dick with a new fury. As if to keep in time with him, Stephanie started fingering herself with equal intensity. Now that she was going the distance with him, something compelled her to try and achieve her climax at the same time. The last remaining semblance of rational thought was that whomever came first would probably start feeling awkward first, and that person might flee the room before the other could finish, and that would be so unfair...

She was close, she had no trouble stimulating her sopping wet pussy and completely engorged clitoris. Normally she needed her vibrator if she wanted to cum quickly, but she could already feel the warmth and tell-tale "pulsing" sensation she knew only too well that a big orgasm, a major one, was about to engulf her. And she was getting off with her own brother!

She looked at him. His eyes were narrowed to mere slits; he was resisting the urge to close them in his obvious throes of pleasure, but that would mean no longer seeing his hot topless sister who was masturbating right in front of him. Through her own haze of lust Stephanie smiled, admiring the honest wonder and attraction her brother had for her. And she could no longer deny that she was highly attracted to him too. She let her gaze drop back down to his midsection, and she wondered yet again at the sheer length and thickness of her brother's perfect cock. Were she to take over his stroking she didn't think she'd be able to close her fingers around it. It just looked absolutely menacing yet beautiful is it was being pumped toward a huge climax.

Stephanie now wanted to memorize as much of him, just as he was trying to do the same with her. Greg was still wearing a t-shirt, but he had lifted it up a little with his free hand so it wouldn't interfere with his masturbation. She could only see the lower part of his abdomen, but it was enough for her to tell that not only was his tummy nice and flat, like hers, it was even somewhat chiseled. My god, she thought, my brother not only has a huge cock, he's got a rockin' body to compliment it!

Just below Greg's perfect penis was a sizable set of testicles. She licked her lips as she saw them dangle and sway, clearly heavy with semen, as her brother jerked off. She noted that the pubic hair on his balls and round the base of his shaft was neatly trimmed and blended up nicely with his "happy trail" that lead to his belly button. And supporting this gorgeous body was a pair of legs that were clearly toned and muscular.

"Greg, you're so hot," Stephanie felt herself utter, and she added a groan as her pending orgasm built up.

"Oh, Steph...you too!" he grunted, quickening his stroking pace. "I've always thought you were so hot. So...beautiful!"

"Thank you, baby" she said, as if to a lover.

"You have such a perfect body, Steph," he said through clenched teeth. "Such. A. Perfect. Body!"

"Then take it in, baby," she cooed. "Watch my tits, watch me play with myself. Stroke your cock and get yourself off for me." She looked at him for a quick nervous moment, wondering if she let her dirty talk start getting too graphic, but she could tell he liked it, because his eyes widened in amazement, and he started grinning.

"Oh, I'll get myself off for you, Steph. I'm so close to cumming now. I'm gonna fucking explode."

"Me too," she cried. "I'm almost there. Cum for me, Greg," she begged. "Cum for me and I'll cum for you."

"Oh, Steph," he said, and he quickened his stroking to the point where she saw his fist only as a blur. His breathing became erratic and he started moaning constantly.

Stephanie stared directly at her brother's cock now, determined to have her eyes glued to it when he came, which she knew would instantly trigger her own orgasm. As Greg jacked his hand on his cock at lightning speed a steady stream of clear pre-cum was drooling from his tip, and the erratic motion of his pumping caused a glob of it to fly out and hit the inside of Stephanie's naked thigh, just below the hem of her short-shorts. She had to resist the urge to reach down and scoop it up and put it in her mouth. She let her gaze break from his cock to look at the dot of clear liquid on her thigh. Why was it turning her on so much to see just that little glob?

"Fuck," she said aloud.

Greg went with it, "Oh fuck, yeah, fuck. So fucking good. So close now, Steph!"

But her exclamation was because she was suddenly realizing in that moment that she wanted nothing more than for him to cum all over her. She was desperate for it. This was probably why it hadn't occurred to her to tell him to grab a towel or shirt or something to ejaculate into, otherwise it would make a big mess. But she wanted that mess.

All over her.

"Greg," she said, practically panting, almost out of breath. "I'm close, too."

"Oh god," he sputtered, "I can't believe you're gonna cum with me!"

"I am, baby," she said, liking the affectionate smile he made every time she called him "baby."

"You're making your own sister cum for you," she said. "And I'm watching my own brother jerk himself off to his own orgasm."

"Yessss..."

"But I want you to do one thing for me," she said, "and quickly, because I'm seriously about to cum, baby!"

"What?" he asked desperately. "Anything! Ask me to do anything!"

"I want you to cum on me," she cried out. "Just step forward and blow your load all over my tits!"

"Oh god! Yes, Steph, I'll do it! I'll so fucking do it!" He shuffled forward, continuing to pump his fist furiously on his dick. "I'm going to fucking cum on your tits."

"Do it, baby!"

"I am," he cried out. "Right now!"

"Yes," she panted. "Please, baby, shoot it on me!"

"Oh god, Steph! Stephanieeeeeee!"

Greg jerked and grunted and the rhythm of his stroking became suddenly quicker, then erratic and clumsy. Stephanie knew instinctively that this was the moment, the very second, when she was going to witness her brother, her own brother, climax in front of her. On her.

And he did! In a flash Greg stopped his fierce pumping and just gripped his shaft hard and low where it met his balls. He more or less pointed it toward Stephanie's chest, just a few inches away, but when his first blast of semen erupted from him the pressure was so great it overshot Stephanie's heaving tits completely and spattered partially on her right cheek and partially on her parted lips and even into her mouth!

Stephanie yelped in spurprise and closed her mouth in reflex, immediately tasting his salty warm spunk on her tongue. She managed to fight the urge to also close her eyes with the fear that his next shot should shoot into one or both of them, but the second volley of thick white cum spattered almost perfectly right up the valley between her breasts, instantly making what appeared to be a small white creek between her mounds.

"Oh Jesus, Steph!" Greg cried out, continuing to climax.

Still more cum shot out of Greg's cock, big thick ropes, one after the other, hardly losing pressure. Stephanie felt the wet warmth of his semen absolutely drenching both of her breasts, even a nipple; she felt it running along her neck and below her chin. She still tasted him in her mouth. It wasn't much since she had closed her mouth and he had bettered his aim, but what little there was she swallowed-

-and felt her own orgasm absolutely explode.

She screamed full volume in the throes of the most powerful self-induced orgasm she had ever given herself. "Ahh! Oh my fucking god, Greg, ohhh!" Her fingers continued to fly back and forth across her swollen clit. She was digging a couple of fingers into her vagina, too. Part her of orgasm-adled mind realized that she was probably exposing quite a good portion of the top of her shaved pussy, perhaps even her labia, but Greg now had his eyes closed and his head back as he jerked and pumped the final squirts of sperm out of his body.

As his own massive orgasm began to subside, he could no longer manage the pressure of the first few blasts, and the final smaller squirts of cum dropped down and coated Stephanie's tummy.

Stephanie didn't want to take her eyes off of Greg's beautiful still-hard cock, but she finally let herself close her eyes as her intense clitoral climax continued to overwhelm her senses. It just felt so fucking good.

"So fucking good," she groaned aloud.

"Oh yes, Steph," Greg panted. "Oh god yes."

Then a new sensation suddenly made Stephanie quickly open her eyes and look down at herself. She saw that, in his attempts to get as much of his ejaculate on Stephanie as possible, he had shuffled right up against the coffee table, his shins touching it. He was also leaning forward, so his upper body-his cock and balls-were now directly above Stephanie's midsection. And as Greg's orgasmic spasms had begun to subside, the last few strings of his semen hadn't shot out so much as they oozed down, dripping on her.

The new sensation was a final good sized glob of his seed dripping almost directly onto Stephanie's exposed pussy. Had her hand not been covering her pussy lips as she masturbated, his cum probably would have drooled directly between her labia, over her stiff little clitty...

The thought brought Stephanie over the edge again. She renewed the frenzy on her clit, let her head drop back again, and let the sensation of another powerful orgasm wash over her.

"Jesus, Greg!" She shouted. "I'm cumming so hard again, baby! Again! So hard!"

She panted and mewled like a naughty little girl. She practically drooled it was so powerful. She just couldn't believe it. But here she was, practically gagging and losing control of her own body, yet she somehow continued to support herself on her one arm while she used the other to stimulate her clit and pussy. This second orgasm lasted so long she started to feel her brother's cum cool and pool as it ran down her body. She still felt his stickiness on her cheek, on her lips...

Slowly, slowly Stephanie began to slow the movements of her fingers. She sensed that she had pushed her short-shorts down so much that were she to remove her hand Greg would have a clear view of her pussy. She lifted her had and opened her eyes to check on him, certain that he'd have his eyes glued to her cum-covered tits, the primary objects of his desire.

She blinked in brief confusion when she did not, in fact, see him standing over her. She lowered her gaze and discovered that he had finally sat back on the couch. He was sitting upright, and his pants were still down around his ankles. She could see his softening cock, still gloriously thick and long, and balls hanging down over the edge of the cushion. And yeah, he was staring at her all right.

But not at her tits.

He had been watching her masturbate with open wonder. He was still staring at that region, even though she had finally stopped moving her fingers. She had a brief moment of embarrassment, since what she had been doing is something considered so private, so intimate, that one really didn't do that in front of someone else, let alone a blood-related sibling! But the awkward feeling quickly subsided with the wider realization of how much the rest of her was exposed, and at how very, very much it was covered in semen.

She looked down at her tits and tummy. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed.

Greg's body jerked slightly, as if he'd just been jolted out of a trance. He looked up at her, then to her body. They both stared in open wonder at just how much cum he had produced.

"Jesus, Greg," she said, still trying to catch her breath. "Do you usually shoot this much?"

"Well," he said sheepishly. "I usually cum a lot, yes, but I would have to call this a record."

"A fucking world record!" Stephanie cried out. "You absolutely drenched me!"

He suddenly grinned proudly. "You said I could cum on you."

She laughed and sat up a bit straighter. Her supporting arm had gotten sore. She felt great globs of Greg's cooling semen start running down her body, dripping onto the coffee table.

"Baby, get me a towel or something," she requested.

Greg gave that new little smile he always did since she had started calling him "baby." He glanced around for a "towel" before quickly realizing that the closest and most convenient "towel" was his t-shirt. He stood, whipped it off and handed it to her.

"Thank you," Stephanie said, reaching out to take it. But her hand paused on the towel. She was catching the sight of her almost completely nude brother. Only his feet, which were covered by his pants and underwear, was out of her gaze.

She enjoyed the sight with a renewed appreciation for her young brother's physique. She had of course seen her brother shirtless countless times, and she knew he had a very nicely toned chest and stomach. But this was the first time she was able to admire how his chiseled lower abdomen blended naturally with his muscular upper thighs and groin. He had a bit of a shine to his skin; he had started sweating quite a bit as he had madly pumped himself to an orgasm. His penis was mostly flaccid now, but still so, so long, so thick and just motherfucking gorgeous.

"Uh, Steph?"

She blinked. It and giggled slightly. It had been her turn to get snapped out of a trance. She took the shirt and started mopping at her chest. As she did so she unconsciously licked her lips, and the renewed taste of her brother's cum tingled on her tongue. She glanced quickly up at him, wondering if he saw what she had just done. But his gaze was back on her chest again, mesmerized at the sight of her wiping his sticky sperm off of her naked flesh. He made no move to cover himself up.

She liked that.

There was so much to mop up. She needed both hands. After a slight hesitation, she took her masturbating hand from her pussy and pulled her shorts up a little, but not before Greg got a good look at the top of his sister's vagina. He now knew that she kept it shaved smooth.

After a few more minutes, and having had to turn his shirt inside out to be able to continue absorbing all the semen, Stephanie thought she had gotten most of it. She nodded satisfactorily as she looked over her body. Greg gestured with a finger, pointing toward her face. For a moment Stephanie was puzzled, then she remembered there was still a sizable glob on her right cheek.

"Oh, thanks," she said. She reached up and wiped it off with her fingers. For a split second she was insanely tempted to suck his cum off her fingers, but she knew Greg would absolutely pass out if he saw her do that so she wiped her fingers off on his shirt. She dangled it gingerly out toward him. He took it then did something that surprised him.

He finally stepped out of the pants and underwear around his feet. When she saw his toes Stephanie silently noted that was now looking at her brother 100% nude for the first time. He took his cum-soaked shirt, dropped it onto his pants, then sort of cocooned the sticky wet t-shirt with them. Satisfied that no part of his stained shirt would touch anything else, he set it aside, then dropped, still quite naked, onto the couch. He let out a long sigh and then just sat there, grinning stupidly at Stephanie.

She grinned back. Then they both laughed, hard, finally acknowledging the utter absurdity of their drunken erotic experience.

Wiping a tear from her eye, Stephanie said, "Greg, why are you now totally naked?"

He shrugged. "Well, it got really hot in this room as we built up to-well, you know-and I figured you've already seen the goods." He gestured his crotch, which got Stephanie to look down on it, which she didn't mind doing one bit. "And," he continued, "I'm still drunk and just figured I would like this moment to last as long as possible."

Stephanie realized she couldn't help but agree as evidenced by the fact that she, too, had not bothered to cover up after their shared orgasms. She stood, and it pleased her to know that her brother was once again openly admiring her big naked breasts. It also dawned on her that she hadn't bothered to redo the tiny little zip and single button of her little shorts. The fly was open, and the thin fabric of her skimpy panties-which were now completely soaked-could be seen peeking out underneath.

Yes, she was still quite drunk, too. And, incredibly, still fucking horny as hell. She looked down at her brother. She considered something. It only took a moment for her to admit something to herself.

She would let her brother fuck her if he wanted to.

She would let him. Because she wanted it. It was a profound realization that had struck her just a little while ago, and she was surprised with how comfortable she felt about admitting over and over in her head: I want him.

"Greg," she said quietly.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry, but I need to take a shower. You got me very sticky, not to mention sweaty."

He looked a little disappointed, because the moment she walked away, this shared erotic experience would be over.

"Okay," he said in a sigh.

She smiled at him, took one more long look at her brother's cock, then turned to make her way to the stairs. She knew he was watching her as she walked away. She knew he was enjoying her naked back and round short-covered bottom. When she was about halfway up the stairs she stopped.

It took her only another moment to make another decision. She had already admitted to herself that she wanted him. Now she realized it was only a matter of time. She couldn't help but smile when she concluded what her inner voice was telling her:

Just get it over with.

"Greg?"

"Yes?"

"Care to join me?"

As she continued up the stairs she heard the sound of bare feet running quickly toward her, and she smiled...

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