Raging Hard(27)

In my good-mood daze, I hadn’t even noticed that someone was in there. Claire was standing in front of the mirror in only a towel as steam billowed out of the warm room.

“Good morning, sis,” I said, walking in and shutting the door behind me.

“What are you doing?” she exclaimed. “Get the hell out of here!”

“You don’t own this bathroom.” I turned the water on nice and hot and waited.

She stared at me and I openly stared back. I could see a nice ample hint of her cleavage as the towel slowly, ever so slowly, slipped off her glistening body. Her nice ass was barely covered by the short towel. Her hair was soaking wet, and she looked ripe for plundering. I could have easily pressed her over and slipped my cock hilt-deep into her soaked spot. I wanted to do it badly, fuck her right there.

I’d grab her hips and press her face against the mirror. Maybe we’d wake the whole house, but I didn’t give a fuck. I felt my cock getting hard, pushing up the fabric of my short running shorts. Claire noticed, too, because she was staring right at it.

“Got something to say?” I asked her, smirking.

“Uh, Nathan,” she mumbled, “you have a, um, you know.”

“My cock is fucking hard. Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“Yes,” she replied, turning even redder.

“Can’t help myself. Looking at you in that towel drives me crazy.”

She held up the top just in time to prevent it from falling. “Um,” she mumbled, “you should go. I’m using the bathroom.”

“Not my fault you take too long in here.” I moved a little closer, cock raging now, practically trying to tear its way through my shorts. “It’s my turn now,” I practically whispered in her ear.

She edged away from me, not able to look me in the eye. “Our parents are just downstairs, you know.”

“I know. I don’t give a fuck, though. I want to wrap that tight little pussy of yours around this dick right now.”

“Maybe you need to shower off,” she said. “Make it a cold one.”

I laughed, grinning hugely. “You should join me, maybe swallow my cock like you were supposed to.”

“We can’t do that anymore.”

“Sure we can. All you need to do is get down on your knees and suck until my cum slides down your throat.”

She gaped at me, shocked, and I laughed. She pushed my chest, her cheeks bright red, and I stepped back.

“Just shower if you’re showering,” she said.

“Okay.” I pulled my running shorts off, revealing my big hard dick, and tossed them over to her.

“Holy shit,” she said, her eyes wide. She quickly looked away. “You’re naked.”

“Got to get naked to shower.”

“Did you have to do it right in front of me?”

“You didn’t seem like you wanted to leave. I figured I’d show you what you’re missing.”

“I didn’t see anything.”

“Liar. You saw how fucking crazy you make me. Think you could take it?”

“No,” she muttered. “But we’ll never find out,” she added more loudly.

I laughed again, loving how she clearly wanted it but was too afraid to do anything about it. She was right that our parents were just downstairs, which meant actually taking her then and there was probably a bad idea, but still. I wanted to tease her until she was so wet that she could barely stand straight. Only when she was dripping a puddle on the floor would I finally slip inside her sweet cunt.

I climbed into the shower as she quickly left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I heard her scurry down the hall and slam her own door shut. I spit in my palm, wrapped my hand around my still-hard dick, and began to stroke myself, imagining that she was doing the same thing over in her room.

I knew I was driving her as insane as she drove me. It was like there was lava in my veins, a white-hot need for her sweet and soaked body. I needed those lips of hers wrapped around my dick more than anything. As I stroked myself, I knew she was over in her room, her legs spread wide while her fingers worked her clit.

The best part was, we both knew she couldn’t get herself off like I could. She was probably already disappointed that her orgasm was so much smaller than the one I had already given her. As I stroked myself and thought about her nice, firm tits in my hand, I could feel my own orgasm coming on.

I imagined blowing my fat load all over her nice tits. I’d love the look of surprise on her face as I practically covered her in my cum. I began to come for real as I imagined her down on her knees, completely naked, begging for it.

Finally, I finished up my shower and walked toward my room, dripping wet and naked still. Unfortunately, I didn’t run into her. Part of me hoped she’d see my soaked, naked body and know that I had just jerked off thinking about her. Instead, I grabbed a towel from the hall closet and went into my room to dry off and change.