Chapter 2
Sheila waited for her brother to come into the house. She was hesitant about confronting Jeffrey with what she'd seen going on between he and Pamela. But there was a feeling lurking deep in her loins that wouldn't die down.
The red-haired teenager was hornier than hell for her brother's cock.
Jeffrey came slamming into the kitchen, his face stormy and clouded with anger. Sheila smiled at him. When it was obvious he was going to push right on past her without saying a word, the green-eyed young girl moved her lush young body between her brother and the door leading back to their bedrooms.
"What, big brother?" she said, cocking one hip out and putting a slender-fingered hand on it. "You're not even going to say hello to your little sister?" she taunted.
"Bugger off," he snapped.
"Why, Jeffrey darling, one would almost think that Pamela'd told you to stick it. You didn't fuck her and then just ignore her, did you?"
Jeffrey spun angrily. He clenched his fists and for a moment Sheila thought he would hit her.
She felt her pussy churn and boil at the prospect.
"Never mind," he said, taking a deep breath. "What's happened between Pamela and me is none of your fucking business."
"But you did fuck her tonight?" Sheila pressed. She didn't know what she was after, but this turned her on mightily. She kept glancing down at her brother's crotch hoping to see his prick tenting up his pants. The bulge was there but it wasn't from any nine-inch boner. It was just his limp cock.
"That's none of your business, I said," repeated Jeffrey. "And I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
"Jeffrey," she said quietly, her hand hesitantly reaching out to touch his cheek lightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by what I said." Sheila didn't know what to expect. In a way, she was hoping he would ask her to come to bed with him. She wanted to sample his cock first hand.
But he only turned and silently stalked off, leaving her standing in the kitchen hot to fuck-and no cock available.
Sheila cursed under her breath. If she'd really meant to seduce Jeffrey she'd done it all wrong. He was mad. She should have soothed him, not made him even angrier. The red-haired teenager sighed and collapsed into a chair. There was no getting around the fact that she'd goofed with Jeffrey. Rocking back and forth on the hard wooden chair only made it more apparent to her. She felt her shorts bunching up around her pussy lips, compressing them, making her almost believe a man's hands stroked over her cunt. Almost.
The red-haired teenager heaved to her feet and walked down the hall to her room. On the back of her bedroom door was a full-length mirror.
"God, look at you," she said to her reflection in the mirror. "You're a mess. Go take a bath and try to get him out of your mind."
She began stripping off her blouse. Something about the act of undressing caused her to turn and watch herself in the full-length mirror. This wasn't something she'd done before, not consciously. She had seen herself naked millions of times, but she'd never been so hot and horny before.
Sheila dropped her blouse and reached back to unfasten her bra. She was one of the few girls in the high school who wore a bra. Her mother screamed so much every time she tried to go without one that she finally gave in. But it set her apart from most of her friends and didn't add anything to her already full figure.
She pulled the elastic straps around in front of her trim body and shrugged off the cups gripping her firm, high-placed tits. The sight of her snowy white, perfectly formed tits made her suck in her breath. They were better looking, bigger, more desirable than she'd remembered seeing them before. The red-haired teenager wondered if it might be because she'd gotten so hot watching Jeffrey and Pamela fucking.
The teenager shook off such silliness. She was just tired and confused. She cupped her tits and lifted. She sighed as tiny fingers of delight worked down her chest. Without even thinking about it, her fingers curled around her nipples and she began playing with those erect nubbins of sensitive flesh.
"Oh," she exclaimed as she tweaked both hard nipples at the same time. She felt the rubbery tips pulse with hot blood. She was soon rolling the rock-hard nubs in tiny circles, trying to rip them off her boobs.
The sight of those nipples growing as blood hammered into them made her pussy begin to churn and lubricate itself. She rubbed her legs together and it didn't give her any release from the wondrous sensations lancing into her loins.
The green-eyed young girl pressed her tits together and tried to mold them into new and different shapes. No matter how hard she squeezed down on them, they always sprang right back into their original shape. And that slight bouncing always made her pussy throb just a bit more for cock. Jeffrey's cock.
At least, she figured that's what she wanted. The teenager had never experienced searing desire like this before. She reached down and stepped out of her tight shorts. She looked at her shocking-pink bikini briefs. It was her only consolation to having to wear a bra. She went wild with the selection of her undies.
The crotch was already soaked through with her cunt juices. She saw that, lightly touched her fingers to the wet spot and gasped.
"No, dear God, no, don't let it be like this."
Her pleading didn't do any good. If anything, the light, feathery caresses she had given her panties-clad cunt lips only intensified the desires ripping through her young body. The green-eyed young girl began stroking over the silken crotch and felt the lightning stabs of passion all the way up into her belly.
Her legs turned rubbery and she knew she couldn't keep this up much longer. The sight of her tits swelling with aroused blood pounding into them, the way her slender legs were contrasted by the flaming red of her bush poking over the band of the panties, everything about the way she touched herself made her more and more excited.
For Jeffrey.
She almost ripped her panties off and stood boldly in front of the mirror. Never before had Sheila examined herself like this. It felt wrong, sinful, so depraved and dirty she couldn't bear to think about what she was doing. She just did it.
Sheila sat down on the floor and lifted her knees until they pressed into her tits, crushing them flat. She reached around her thighs and parted her cunt lips with her slender fingers. The sight of those trembling pink pussy lips reflected in the mirror almost got her off. Almost.
Sheila started to cry at her own wantonness, and yet she couldn't stop. She was like an addict hooked on dope. She wanted to stop and there wasn't any way her body would let her. The girl's nimble fingers stroked up and down over the blue-tinted edges of her cunt lips and then her middle finger plunged all the way up into her steaming cunt.
It wasn't like feeling her brother's cock, but she fantasized it anyway.
She shrieked in joy and frustration. This wasn't anything like having Jeffrey's prick buried in her pussy and she knew it. But it was all she could do. The red-haired teenager started finger fucking her pussy until she was too tired to continue. She hadn't gotten off. The sexual tensions in her young body almost drove her insane with unreleased lust.
Sheila got up to take her bath. She had always heard that guys with sex problems like she was experiencing were supposed to take a cold shower. The girls didn't have any idea what this was supposed to do, but she had to try something.
The water bubbled out of the faucet and she knew she could never stand a cold shower. The green-eyed young girl turned the handles until she got a good stream of hot water out. And then she did something she never really thought through.
The red-haired teenager laid down in the tub with her legs flat against the wall, her snatch directly under the stream of hot water. It gushed all over her cunt lips in the most delightful way possible. She gasped and moaned in sheer joy at the sensations building up again in her belly.
"It's too good," she sobbed out. "This has to be a sin, too. Like incest. Like wanting your own brother to fuck you!"
She reached down once more and parted her cunt lips with her fingers. The hot water blasted into her most sensitive, intimate crevices and turned her on even more than she had been. Sheila hardly knew what to do or feel about all this.
Her mind drifted as her body responded without conscious direction. She thought about school and how she had never found any cock there worth mentioning. The feelings mounted in her young body until Sheila trembled as if she had a fever. But that couldn't have been it. The hot water from the faucet cascaded down across her cunt lips and filled the room with steam. Jeffrey.
The name caused her to tremble even more. Jeffrey's prick. The sight of her own brother fucking. The musky male odors from his crotch. The hot, hard length of cock bucking passionately in his girlfriend's hand. The way he had fucked so expertly.
"Oh, oh, I spied on my brother! I watched while he fucked Pamela. And all the while I watched, I envied her! I wanted my brother fucking me!" She moaned softly.
She was appalled at the things she was thinking. But the floodgates of her desires were loosened and there was no holding back now.
The trembling in her body threatened to drive her insane. She slid one of her fingers all the way up her cunt. That sudden penetration sent a climax blasting through her loins.
The intensity of her emotions frightened her. Sheila had no idea what to expect. And considering what she wanted, she wasn't sure such a potent physical release was good for her.
The red-haired teenager felt drained and at the same time she was more alive than she'd ever been before. She couldn't rest. She shot her finger all the way up her pussy again, stroking over the velvet-hung cunt walls, moving around enough to smear the thick fuck oils over her cunt lips and clit.
The green-eyed young girl was frightened by her own sexual needs, her perverted sexual desires. They had never been this strong before. She couldn't hold them back. When she discovered the tiny pea-sized organ poking up from the front of her cunt lips, she touched it.
She came again.
The lightning surges of orgasm ripping her apart inside were too good for her to think they could be wrong. So what if she was thinking about her own brother while she finger fucked herself? She had to have more. She curled her finger around the tiny clit and stroked from the base to the pointy tip.
She got off again and again.
"I ... aieeeeee!" she shrieked, her entire body arching up off the white porcelain of the tub. Her snatch crammed down hard against her frigging finger. She experienced the fullness of being a woman. The hot water kept her in a continual state of arousal. The use of her finger against that trembling little clit was more than enough to get her off.
"Why do I want him so?" she sobbed aloud.
The red-haired teenager pressed the tip of her finger directly down on the tip of her clit. The slippery little mound of sensitive flesh squirted out from under. She gasped with the intensity of feelings rocketing into her body. Her finger was a lousy substitute for a cock, but it was round and hard and better than nothing.
But why was she hot for her very own flesh and blood? She wondered. Why did she want her brother to fuck her?
The teenager found she wasn't getting enough off the fingering and the hot water. She wanted more. Tossing her long, finely spun red hair back from her milky white forehead, she did something that seemed to outrageously sinful that her entire body quaked at the mere thought of doing it.
She wanted something in her cunt larger than her finger. She wanted cock but she couldn't get it. So, Sheila thought, anything round and smooth and long might do.
The red-haired teenager pulled herself up and knelt in front of the faucet. The spout poured downward but the water made the metal warm to the touch. She spread her legs wantonly wide and -edged her cunt lips around the faucet.
The metal pressed into her flesh and made her gasp with delight. She couldn't get any penetration, but she didn't need it. The feel of that huge, rounded faucet parting her pussy lips and shoving hard into her cunt hole was good enough. Almost without thought, she allowed her body to fall into the age-old rhythm of a man fucking a woman.
She screwed herself on the metal faucet while she thought about Jeffrey. But the thought seemed so depraved, so perverted that she couldn't hold the image firmly in her mind. Jeffrey wavered in and out like a mirage in the noon heat.
Sheila gasped as the thought occurred to her that while Jeffrey might not have a cock as big as this faucet poking against her cunt, he was well hung. Rocking to and fro, she found herself getting into the spirit. She clutched at the tap handles for support and rammed her cunt as hard as she could onto the faucet. Against the cold tile wall she flattened her tits. The feel of her nipples being crushed down into the marshrnallowy soft titflesh turned her on almost as much as the feelings building in her pussy.
"Oh, it feels so damned good. My cunt feels so fucking fantastic!" The mouthing of the words was enough to get her off again. She came, her pussy gushing out her inner oils to further grease the top of the silver faucet.
Sheila jammed her tits hard against the wall and rubbed her nipples along the tiles. The way her flesh seemed to stick slightly and then drag slowly got her off again.
"Oh, oh, it's goddamn good!" she sobbed out, her hips pumping furiously against the faucet. How she wanted Jeffrey's prick inside her.
Her brother's prick. She knew he was a real stud. She had seen him in action with Pamela. He had a real pussy pleaser dangling between his legs. He could show her everything she needed to know about fucking. He wasn't like those kids she went to school with.
Her brother was a man when it came to fucking.
She wanted Jeffrey so badly she pictured him perfectly in her mind. Sheila came again and again until she felt like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off. She had discovered the key to her body and now she couldn't stop turning it.
Fucking faster, she dragged her most sensitive flesh along the faucet handle. A lewd squishing noise sounded and turned her on even more. She knew she left traces of her fuck juices on the silver but didn't care. All that mattered was coming.
And she came repeatedly. The red-haired teenager finally wore herself out. She felt dead, drained, totally at peace with herself. She allowed the warm water to fill the tub and she sank into it. But in a few minutes Sheila discovered no peace at all.
She was still horny. For Jeffrey. For any man's cock. But she hadn't any idea at all where she might find it. And then revelation burst on her. It was so kinky she almost pushed it out of her thoughts, but the green-eyed young girl slowly turned it over and over in her head, examining it and finally she smiled. She could get cock. Real cock.
It might not be Jeffrey's but it would be better than she was getting. Sheila sat up in the tub and bent forward, her tongue flashing out to lick off her pussy juices from the faucet.