And Bath Full of Hands

“I couldn’t cut it in school like you could…” Jenny offered, when the frustrations of the past had all settled once more and you were both just bathed in the private, comforting presence of each other. She had moved on from your hair now, and was tracing abstract patterns across the skin of your back and shoulders.

“I could never keep up with all those ‘expected grades’, no matter how hard I tried. Or stand hanging around with all those other girls who just wanted to talk about the last thing that ‘Daddy’ bought them, and which fancy movie-star parties they’d gone to with Mommy at the weekend.”

It seemed like she wanted to talk… needed to, perhaps. To lighten all the burden of those overhanging questions which you hadn’t asked. Showing acknowledgement and trailing guilt at the fact you had simply dropped everything to follow along with this plan of hers, as always. She knew you would never refuse her, so some honest explanation of her thoughts was the least she could give you.

“So, eventually… I just gave up. I ditched class whenever I could and just walked around town… finding places I’d never been and all the different people I could meet. Skeg and the guys were just one of the little groups I ended up making friends with…”

She hugged you from behind, pulling you back into the prior embrace. Sharing some of the past feelings of confusion and loneliness she’d felt back then. Wandering the streets as a lost, teen brat, with all the privileges the world could offer but no friends or direction. You’d known she played hookey a lot, but had never really imagined where she went or what it felt like to be alone in the city wearing a pompous school uniform; dodging cops and awkward questions wherever she could. In his occasional fits of incandescent rage whenever her father had got another letter from her school, he had always proclaimed that she was probably ‘sucking hobo’s dicks on street corners!’ Looking at the style of relationship she already had established with Skeg and co… you wondered if perhaps she had decided to live up to that expectation at least, just out of spite.

“Skeg’s not so bad, really… when you get to know him.” She murmured, as if tracing the path of your thoughts through the way your skulls were resting against each other. Perhaps, in playing this part so diligently, you were both forming some of those half joking insinuations of telepathy people made about twins. “He’s just a bit… sad, and lonely and beaten down by life, y’know…”

She began tracing patterns across your front now. Absentmindedly winding her hands and fingertips around your chest, and arms, and belly. “I don’t really know what happened… but there was some big thing with his wife and stepdaughter. Which ended up with him losing one, then the other... sort of. So now he’s just this funny-looking, old guy with a dead-end shop that’s like… slowly dying.”

Her hands had descended all the way to your legs now, tickling the outlines of your inner thighs half-visible through the remaining patches of bubbles. “I think he really just wants the, like, companionship and stuff… but he doesn’t even know how to show it. So he goes down all these weird and pervy routes instead… I was just the first person to come along and say: ‘Yeah, that sounds fun! Let’s do that!’”

She chuckled, warm and dirtily. Pride ringing clear in her nightingale voice. “...You shoulda seen how shocked they all looked when he first told me to suck his cock and I replied: ‘Okay, get it out then!’”

Your awareness of how close your twin’s hands were to your own genitalia was now a roaring wall of whitenoise, held at the back of your mind. Even before she talked openly about sucking someone else’s. You had to say something. Had to distract away… or keep this moment going…

“You don’t mind doing… that sort of thing for them, really? It doesn’t… bother you?”

She laughed again, rocking the pair of you side to side… and edging those fingers just a little bit closer.

“No, silly. I wouldn’t do it if it did! …It’s just fun, y’know. Like, everybody acts like it's this whole big thing…”

Her words took on a teasing slant. Both hands began to move.

“But then you get down there and do it and it just feels…”

They wrapped themselves around the base of your testicles, cupping and supporting the small, but swollen pillar that started there.

“Natural, I guess. Human. Just one person doing something nice for another person and feeling pretty good themself while doing it.”

Your cock and balls were now completely encased in a lacing net of your step-sister’s fingers. Hidden beneath the veiling drift of a deflating island of bubbles. Hidden within this small,cramped bathtub, in this small, cramped apartment, far from all the prying eyes of those who might say that this should not be happening. She hadn’t asked or acknowledged. Had been doing nothing but describing her acts of pleasuring others, in fact. Yet her thumbs closed in behind and you were fully encircled by the hands of your only step-sibling. Jenny began moving that two-handed grip up and down… slowly, gently… and you felt the breath you’d been holding for what seemed like the last five minutes, leak out in tiny gasps.

She kept talking in your ear. Subtle little whispers joined by the occasional nibble at your lobes.

“You can actually tell, when you’re touching their cocks. Can work out how good you’re making ‘em feel, just by licking this or squeezing that. It’s exciting!”

Her pace beneath the surface had been steadily increasing. That source of all your tension feeling as if it was already reaching its limits. So many sleepless nights having led up to this moment.

“You can feel when they’re getting close. If it’s in your hands, or throat, or even between your tits. Can feel it twitching and throbbing and getting even more swollen. And then the messy bit afterwards is just another thing to like about it, really. It’s like a reward for all your hard work. Let’s you know you’ve earned it.”

Somewhere in that little essay, you had already lost yourself. Melting into your step-sister’s hands as your little hips spasmed back against her. It had all gone so quickly. Been such a short burst of release that you could hardly believe it had happened. Yet, before you could absorb it at all… she had hopped out from behind you. Grabbing the only towel to go sort out her hair in the bedroom. Leaving you lying in a puddle of lukewarm water… small strings of white substance drifting and dissolving away from you.