Personal Hygeine

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Personal Hygeine
An original story by LemonKen

This piece is self-rated NC-17 and is basically an unneccesary fantasy piece. Realism in sexual relations (either in the emotional or physical aspects) should not be expected. Contains male/female sex, incest, masturbation, and exhibitionism.
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At long last, Laura felt the powerful waves of orgasm wash over her as her own fingers slid in and out of herself, desperately trying to hang onto the pleasure going through her head like a drug. Unfortunately, she eventually crashed back down to reality, and found herself lying sticky and spent, naked from the waist down, on her bed.

Laura pulled her two fingers out of her cunt, staring at the pussy juice covering them dispassionately. She needed to wash them off, she thought idly.

She was sixteen years old, and perpetually sexually frustrated. If you were to ask Laura about Laura, she would tell you that she was too fat, and pimply, and that she needed a haircut. Others would definitely agree that she had shoulder-length black hair, small brown eyes, and freckled skin. Some would even add that she had a pretty, soft face and perfectly-sized breasts.

Pulling on her panties and shorts again, Laura left her room and walked over to the bathroom, wondering if anyone could tell what she had just did. If she smelt of it, she would have to take a shower as well.

Laura reached the upstairs bathroom, which was spacious and carefully decorated (her mom was enough of a nutcase to try and make the bathroom look good.) She turned on the faucet and slowly rinsed her hands under it, then added soap.

"Why are you washing your hands?" Mark asked from the door frame. Mark was Laura's younger brother, by two years, and a constant thorn in her side. He had this constantly arrogant look on his face, and spiked hair that everyone but Laura seemed to find cool.

She cursed. She had deliberately chosen a time when their parents were out of the house (they always seemed to be out of the house, on a date or shopping or wherever) to masturbate, so that no one would discover her. Laura had known Mark would be in the house, but assumed that he'd be glued to that new X-Box game he had just got for days on end, much less another half hour. At least he had arrived after the deed was done

"Um, personal hygiene?" Laura answered with a role of her eyes.

"Oh, give me a break," Mark shot back. "You never wash your hands. You're a complete slob. Dad keeps criticizing you about it, remember?"

"Hey, shut up." She swung her wet hands at Mark, which he evaded tauntingly, but still got hit in the eye with drops of water.

Mark grabbed a nearby towel and whipped at her playfully with it. "So, by the way, who's Chris?"

Laura froze. "Who?" Chris was a cute guy in her class whom she fantasized over repeatedly... including just a couple minutes ago.

"Well, you kept saying his name when you were jacking off back there... like 'ooh, Chris, please screw me now' or something..." Mark kept on grinning despite Laura's growing look of horror. "Wait, would that be 'jilling off' cause you're a girl?"

"You asshole!" Laura cried, before just about full-on tackling him. He laughed as he squirmed under her, tickling her belly playfully. She couldn't resist giggling, and rolled off of him, still shooting him glares of death-- but not as serious death.

And then, somehow, she found herself on her back, Mark underneath her, with his hand down her shorts.

"What the hell, you pervert..." she muttered, but found her body strangely paralysed as she thought she should get up.

"Wow, it is wet down here," Mark commented snidely as he cupped her mound. An obscene jolt wen through Laura's body.

"Mark, stop it," she said, trying to be firm, despite her voice's shaky foundation.

Mark slid his fingers out of her and outside of her jeans. His sister's juices were visible on his fingers. "All right, all right. Just get off of me."

Laura tried to work up the energy to move, but for some reason found she couldn't. It was like her legs were cut off. Despite a hard point pressing against her ass, which she really didn't want to think about, she couldn't make herself get up.

With a shove, Mark sent her tumbling forward, and he got up and brushed himself up. He grinned mischievously. "What happened? Were you enjoying yourself that much?"

"Sh-shut up," Laura snapped, bringing herself to shaky feet. She wondered what had got into her.

"How do you do it, by the way?"

"Do what?"

"You know... masturbate. While we're on the subject and all."

Laura flushed red with anger and embarrassment. "Since you're so fucking curious, why don't I show you?" she hissed. Not really thinking, she marched past him into the open door of her bedroom and yanked down her pants.

Mark followed her dumbly, as she now seemed to be the one surprising her sibling with sexuality. Still, he let a disbelieving grin cross his face.

Even though she had just done it, Laura found a sudden reserve of pent-up sexual energy and frustration that motivated her to frig herself again. Besides, she thought as she slid a finger into her slit testily, it was certainly wet enough now. "See, it more or less involves me sliding my fingers into my pussy here until I come." She didn't usually use such harsh words, but Laura was in a weird mood right now-- half angry, half excited, and definitely passionate.

"Wait, girls come?"

Laura raised her left hand and smacked herself in the forehead with it mockingly. Her right hand was still occupied at her crotch, where her thumb was gently massaging her clit and a second finger was sliding in and out of her slick passage. "Doy. Of course. No wonder you're a virgin."

"Hey, who says I'm a virgin?"

"Are you saying you aren't?"

"No." That still didn't tell her much, as admitting a sexual liaison would be more hazardous than admitting inexperience.

Laura was now thrusting her fingers in and out of her dripping pussy at a pace that surprised herself. Normally it took her at least ten minutes to get up to that speed. She didn't know why, but this stupid small talk with her brother was getting her hotter than her dirtiest fantasies of Chris. With a shrug, she slid closer to him.

"Come here, Mark. Since some poor soul's probably going to end up sleeping with you eventually, I'm going to teach you how to please a woman." Mark was unsure, but his sister's wanton display-- her long, creamy legs, spread out as her fingers energetically dove into her slit, her juices flowing into her garden of black curls-- had made him horny as hell, and at this point he would have done anything that vaguely sounded like sex.

She tossed aside her top, and as Mark had since realized from her nipples sticking out like eraser nubs for the past several minutes, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. He gawked at his completely naked sister, her firm breasts hanging in the sunlight filtering in from the window, almost invitingly.

"Now, Mark, we're skipping past the whole 'getting her undressed' stage, just like we're skipping past 'getting her to sleep with you' and 'getting a woman to go within five feet of you'." Her voice was authoritative and confident, sounding exactly like a teacher-- but the hot, young teacher that half the guys in class jerked off to. "Let's focus on the breasts."

"Oh I am."

"Pervert." Even as she tried to sound authoritative and keep herself from the brink of orgasm, Laura found room to get a jab in at her brother. "Anyway, the entire breast region is pretty sensitive, so you can get some work out of it, but the most sensitive regions are the nipples." She pointed to her dusky nips with her free hand as she did so. "Now, you can tell a girl's aroused if her nipples are hard and erect, like this. They're also really good to rub and-- oooh!"

Mark, bored of her lecture, had just reached around and pinched her nipples as she had described. He noticed the direct effect on her body, particularly the lower region, and smiled. "Whoops, did I do that?" He didn't relinquish his grasp though, and started kneading her full breasts casually.

"Mark..."

"Go on."

Laura knew that she shouldn't be doing this, but it was turning her on immensely. Trying to focus her thoughts, she looked down to her crotch where she was sliding two fingers in with increased vigour. "Well, most of the other-- *grunt*-- real sensitive parts are down-- damn, that feels good-- in the crotch. There's the pussy, of course, but there's also the-- god!-- labia, and the clitoris. That last one is really important, so I should probably-- *gasp*-- show it to you."

Mark took his hands off of her breasts, and she retracted her drenched fingers from her cunt, giving Laura a moment of rest in an attempt to stave off an impending orgasm. She pointed to her legs, and then in particular to a spot above her slit, covered in her dark pubic hair. "Right there."

"I don't see anything," said Mark honestly as his fingers traced the edges of her pubes, drawing shivers from his sister.

"It's hard to find, but it's right-- here!" Laura gasped as she pressed down on her button, feeling another surge of pleasure shoot through her.

Mark brushed her hand aside. "You mean, here?" He hit the spot dead on, and it felt twice as good for her when he did so. Whether that was because it was someone else touching her, or because it was her brother specifically, she didn't know, and frankly didn't care.

"Yes," she replied shakily. With a know-it-all smirk, Mark began rubbing her clit back and forth, causing her to shake against him. From what he had read in porn magazines, he knew she was close to orgasm, and kept pressing down on it and hoping that he was doing the right thing-- which, judging by her gasps and moans, he was.

"And then you stick your cock in here, right," he asked, and then without waiting for an answer stuck a finger into her pussy.

Laura didn't know why, but that absolutely sent her over the edge. With a surprisingly loud cry, she doubled over, feeling her juices stream out of her cunt and intense pleasure fill her mind as she orgasmed for the second time that day.

After what felt like an eternity, she came to her senses and found herself naked, on her bed, with her brother staring at her with his mocking grin, a finger inside of her. In her post-orgasmic haze, she didn't see anything wrong with this, only marvelled at how quickly he had managed to bring her to climax and how good it had felt.

"That--" Laura paused to catch her breath, "--is the female orgasm. It is the greatest things you can ever accomplish."

Mark laughed. "So that's women, huh? Well, how much do you know about men?"

"More than--" Laura's voice died in her throat when Mark casually unzipped his pants and took out his cock, a red shaft beating with arousal. It was much bigger than she would have thought, and looked quite thick and hard.

"And this is how we guys get off," Mark said with a grin, finding pleasure in the erotic role reversal. He pumped his hand up and down his shaft strongly, as if making a show, and then moved them onto his cockhead, where he couldn't hide the pleasure he got as he formed a ring around the tip of his dick and massaged it carefully. Laura read it on his face. Mark was getting off half on the physical motions and half on the fact that he was doing it so brazenly, in front of his sister. He had been hard since he had pinned her in the bathroom, and was fighting off orgasm even now.

He removed his hand, and motioned for Laura to supply one of hers. Now the dumbfounded student, she placed a hand around his shaft and began to pump. Her actions were novice, but it still sent waves of pleasure throughout Mark.

And then she shifted around so that she was in front of him, squatting on the floor as his hands explored the ragged flesh of his member. She reached his cockhead and began pumping in earnest. It was the single most pleasurable thing Mark had ever experienced, and he let an honest-to-god smile slip through, which caused Laura to beam almost as much.

Mark was caught up in the haze of the moment. He knew Laura was his sister, and he knew he was going to fuck her, but he didn't for the life of him try to relate these two facts. "Of course," he said between gasps and groans. "The best possible thing to pleasure a man is a girl's pussy, as I'm sure you know."

And then he pressed her to the ground, capturing her lips fiercely. Laura gasped, but again didn't try to disengage from him. Pants around his ankles, he lined up his cock at the entrance to her dripping cunt, and drew back to thrust in. Lust had taken over any rational part of both's brains, as she thrust up her hips to meet his hardness.

Mark felt his control go like a switch, as the cum in his balls rapidly boiled. "Damnit," he cursed in a hiss, just before his member twitched and started spurting all over her waiting pussy. Laura let out a gasp of excitement and disappointment as her brother came long and hard against her slit, deprived of the feeling of her inside of him.

He just lay on her, half-naked against her fully nude form, for what felt like the longest time. Neither of them said anything, because neither of them knew what to say. Eventually, Mark left, sliding his pants back up, and Laura got dressed and cleaned up the mess they had made.

"Damn," she said slowly, "Now I have to wash my hands again."