The Touch Ch. 33

What I needed was a hot shower. It would wash away the sweat and grime, make me feel more human and help me to sleep. I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in an untidy heap on the floor, missing the laundry basket with every single item, then pushed back the sliding door with a loud crash and lurched into the shower cabinet and turned the spray on full force.

The hot water slashed at my skin with tiny needle pricks of pleasurable pain and suddenly I realised that the pummelling of the shower had produced an erection swinging heavily before me under the hot cascade which was causing it to throb with the need to release. I wrapped my faithful right hand around the stiffened shaft and just squeezed, I was already very close to shooting my load, and then something made me look up.

Emma was standing right in front of me, no more than a foot away just outside the open door of the shower cabinet, her bare feet in a puddle of overspilled water. She had obviously been in bed until my crashing around had woken her up as she was wearing only her long sleeping t-shirt which just, barely covered the dark curls of her pubic bush. Her top was sprinkled with spray from the shower and was sticking to her small pointed breasts, the nipples dark and prominent through the fabric. She was grinning mischieviously and her eyes were fixed on my bulging prick.

"Whaaa' ... you shouldn't be .... here..!" I slurred drunkenly. Her little wet tits were so enticing that I had a lump in my throat and my hand, grasping my boner was shaking.

She made a little giggling sound and then reached out very slowly and just touched my swollen glans with the tip of her finger and I simply erupted, ejeculating a long stream of semen onto the front of her top with a loud grunt before my legs gave way and I collapsed, sliding down the tiled wall of the shower enclosure.

I remember very little of the next half an hour or so just fractions of memory; of Emma hauling me out of the shower and propping me on the shower stool and patting me dry with a towel.... of sitting on the edge of my bed, totally naked.... She was there somewhere too, I think. Finally I remember laying in bed on my side beneath the duvet, still totally bare skinned, the room was in darkness and I may have been asleep and had woken up; somebody was spooned behind me, also naked, somebody with small pointy tits that were burning into the skin of my back.

When I awoke in the morning the sun was high in the sky and my bedside clock told me that it was nearly nine o'clock. My head was spinning, my mouth felt like the bottom of a bird cage and my ribs felt as though I had been hit with a hammer. I was laying half curled up and something soft and wet was bunched up against my groin, my limp prick felt soft and sticky and I knew that I had shot my load sometime in the very near past.

I pushed away the duvet and looked down, my head spun and I had to hang onto the edge of the bed. The object was a t-shirt, Emma's t-shirt, the one she had been wearing the night before. It was bunched up around my cock and was wet with what could only be recent jiz; a memory crawled into my head of ejeculating over her in the bathroom, but this was far more recent, that other would have dried hours ago.

Another memory slowly emerged of feeling a naked girl's body against my back during the night... It had to have been Emma... she wasn't supposed to have been in the house, but she had been.

"Oh, God... what have I fucking done...?" I muttered out loud to myself.

I got up and went back through to the bathroom, locked the door and took an icy cold shower before sitting down naked on the stool. The cold water had cleared my head a bit and I started to reason sensibly. I was sure that even in my drunken state, if I had shagged Emma I would remember...also my body would feel differently.... I knew intimateley what it felt like to wake up after sex with a woman.

At some time during the night I had either had a wet dream or I had jerked myself off again..... or I had been wanked off by somebody else!

I went back to my room and got dressed ready for work, Maggie and Gwen were going out somewhere for the day and so I would be minding the store for the afternoon, it was May Day Bank Holiday and so we would be running on a skeleton staff.

Emma was sitting in the kitchen when I got downstairs fully dressed complete with her waterproof riding coat and was obvioiusly ready to cycle over to the stables. She had the day off and was going riding, that was why I hadn't expected her to be back the previous night. She had made coffee for me and there was a steaming cup on the table.

"Hi Emms," I mumbled sheepishly. I felt foolish, embarrassed and a bit ashamed of myself. "I'm sorry... about last night I mean... about everything...."

"It's OK," she was grinning like a Cheshire cat, enjoying my discomfort, "That's what a sister is for... to put her brother to bed when he comes home stinking, bloody drunk!" She was laughing lightly but her voice had just a slight edge of sarcasm.

My relationship with Emma was a knife-edge thing just then, in many ways we were closer than we had been for years but there was also a lot of taboo sexual tension between us and the happenings of last night could blow the whole thing apart. I decided that I would not mention the events in the bathroom, or that I knew she had spent the night naked in my bed, or about that cum soaked t-shirt, but I had to know how she felt this morning.

"I didn't do anything that upset you, then?"

She made a pretense of thinking about it. "You were a bit HARD TO HANDLE but I enjoyed that part," she giggled, and reached out a finger and ran it lightly down my chest, over my belt and kept going until she had stroked it down the length of my prick.

That light touch left me breathless. She spun away and made for the back door laughing. "Oh Jay," she said turning briefly. I was still standing like a dope with my mouth open, "Do the laundry before Mum gets home.... I think I left my t-shirt upstairs somewhere!" She giggled. "You spilt something on it....twice!"

I sat down at the table and picked up my coffee. What the hell had she meant by 'hard to handle', my thoughts returned to her body next to mine during the night and the soft moistness of my prick this morning. Had she wanked me off whilst I slept? I really genuinely didn't know and not knowing worried me.

My hangover didn't help. I felt as though I was in a recurring dream of déjà vu experiences, Emma spooned against my naked back whilst I was drunk, just as I had spent the night with Caroline a few days ago. Add to that shooting my load onto her in the bathroom... bloody hell I had done almost the same thing to Maggie in her pool.

Maggie had never specifically mentioned the incident, she had shrugged it off as an 'accidents will happen' type of occurance. She did not seem to be upset or offended.

Emma on the other hand seemed to be revelling in the whole experience. I was still absolutely sure that I had not shagged her, but that was all that I was sure of, except I was sure that Emma was not going to let me off the hook easily by just simply telling me what happened whilst I was so pissed that I couldn't remember for myself. I was going to need to talk to her about it but I was not looking forward to that chore.