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 Chapter 22: Just Another Monday Morning By Diola Dragontail

   "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.