She heard a yell and a loud groan from behind that interrupted her thinking. Her other hard-cocked, fast-jacking brother was about to empty his nuts in her direction, she remembered. Stiffening her body, she gritted her teeth, tensing for the new rain of cum splatters she expected to pelt her shivery skin. The blonde was amazed. She could hear Neal pumping himself into cum-spasms to the rear of her ass as if he couldn't care less that she was in front of him.
"Neal! My God! That's enough. You shouldn't…"
"Cheryl! AH! Watch out! I–I'm cumming, too! Uh, uukk, uggg! UMMMMM!" Neal warned her.
Quivering and double-stunned, the blonde simply could not move. The first twin's shooting jism was still flying out of his cock, messing her front up more. Its last big spurts spanged hotly into the crease of her tits, hitting just above the low neck of her shorty nightgown. The globs slopped lower and lower until they splashed smearily over her twitching thighs. The earliest shots of Ben's warm cum-slim even started a ticklish run back out of her open mouth and down her chin. Cheryl felt it dangle and swing there while she remained paralyzed in the center of the bedroom floor.
Her cock-jacking second brother's flying cum-wads pelted her from behind even before the first one's finished messing up her front. Hitting into the blonde hair of her head from the back, the newest gobs of sperm made Cheryl jerk up into a straighter standing position as they batted onto her. The hot sticky clumps of ball-oil splattered and spread down the very middle of her back. She felt every jizzy spurt stinging and burning her body. More cum-globs pounded a gooey line down through the crack of her ass, soaking warmly through her sheer nightgown and glassy panties there. The backs of her shuddering thighs caught most of Neal's final cock-spurts, then they were simmering in the wide-smeared grease.
Cheryl few into a regular spitting fit as soon as she could move.
"How could you do this!? It's so filthy! Ugh! I feel awful!" she screamed.
"Bug off, Sis!" Ben told her. "We didn't want you in here."
"Yeah. We never charge in on you this way," Neal added.
Her heart pounding and her eyes fogging, the lovely blonde ran back to her own bedroom. Once again she studied herself in her dresser mirror, wide-eyed at the whitely scummy mess her brothers had made of her freshly showered and perfumed young body by masturbating allover her. She was nothing but a grossly disturbing piece of obscenity. To see, that was.
Because Cheryl didn't feel awful, as she'd said. She had lied.
She felt funny-good all through, just as she had when the boy at school stripped her ass by pulling her panties down in the classroom. Her pussy burned and smoked now even more than it had then. She had to fight to keep her hands out of her cunt, which she usually touched only when she washed it.
After she slammed her bedroom door shut and was alone, she did not even want to wash the slimy fresh cum off her body. She loved its tingles on her tender skin.
Her tits burned the same as her virgin pussy. Their nipples sparked with sharp electric buzzes, sticking way out. She wanted to reach up and pull the swelled jugs off her chest and stop the burning torture in them. She yearned to scratch into her fizzing pussy, too. But one place bothered her as much as the other and she didn't know which to start clawing first. The wonderful-terrible itchiness filled her cunt and breasts with sexy swellings and buzzings that worried her more than usual. She tried to ignore them, as she had always been able to do, but the feelings were too strong.
"Damn! I'm going crazy! I have to get out of this gunky gown and panties, anyway," she said.
Cheryl curved her arms down and pulled carefully at the cum-smeared shorty nightgown, lifted it cautiously clear of her head and dropped it on the floor. She slid her skimpy panties down off her ass and past her knees in the same gingerly way, stopping out of them and left them on the floor, too, still standing in front of the mirror.
Jism-drools hanging from her chin bothered her as she stared into the glass at herself. Plastered below her lips, the cum ruffled down from there globbily, like an untidy white beard. It was tightening on her skin as it cooled and dried.
"God, but that's gross!" she exclaimed.
In spite of that, her pussy and breasts buzzed all the harder for their own mysterious reasons as she stared at her sperm-splattered face. Curving her right hand up she scraped the clinging cum off her chin. She gouged her left hand up into the crack of her cunt at the same time to ease the tickly tingles in her hairy virgin hole. She could hardly believe how soggy and slick her cunt's split felt.
Her eyes on her own nakedly squirming reflection in the mirror, Cheryl watched herself feel into her own burning slash with wriggling fingers. That vision excited her, too. Seeing and feeling herself bare-assed thrilled her more than ever. Watching her own split-thighed hunkerings as she grabbed into her own cunt made the sensations even stronger. Terribly sexy hungers made her squeeze and jab at her tits and pussy with endlessly restless hands and fingers.