Out of Body

“Didn’t I just tell you she was at the toilet?” Brandon interjected before Ashley could answer, and possibly ruin the cover story.

“Dammit, Brandon, I wanted Ashley to tell me,” Heather huffed, certain that the pair were hiding something.

“Why?” Ashley said with a laugh. “Like he said, I was just at the bathroom.”

“Then why are you in your pyjamas?” Heather replied accusingly, glaring at Brandon to keep him quiet.

“Because I decided to get changed at the same time,” Ashley lied, though she peppered it with the truth. “I’ve been out since this morning and I just feel really dirty after everything that happened.”

“Hm, now that you mention it…” Heather noted, tugging at her top and finding it sticking to her sweat coated skin. “Perhaps a change of clothes wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

As Heather walked away, towards the bedroom, Brandon hopped up onto the sofa, leaning over the back towards Ashley.

“You're damn lucky I saved your skin there,” he insisted, half whispering. “You owe me.”

“Thank you,” she said sincerely, accepting that coming to her aid wasn't the easiest thing for him right now. “I already owe you a thousand times over now, for how I treated you, for how you’ve helped…”

He looked away, begrudging the compliment, and quipped, “You'll rue the day, when I come to collect. But all that matters is that you made your phone call. You did connect with your contact, right?”

Ashley nodded, smiling reservedly. “I did. But, there was a problem. Unfortunately-”

Before Ashley could finish, Brandon let out an almighty groan. A sudden surge of heat rose out from between his legs. In that instance he felt his cock stiffen, going from completely soft to unbearably hard in a matter of seconds. His shorts stretched and tented in a effort to hold his stiff rod, the shaft molten and throbbing as an all too familiar sense of arousal, seeping seemingly from nowhere at all washed over his mind. A few more seconds passed, the arousal building at an exponential rate until he felt himself on the verge of cumming right there in the living room. In less than half a minute, his cock had gone from flaccid to near climax and he knew the cause was Madison.

Without a word to Ashley, simply grunting as he gripped himself and half ran, hunched over to the bathroom, **** not to cream himself in the living room, in front of his ex-girlfriend. He slammed the door shut behind him, locking it and immediately then shoving his shorts to the floor. His cock freed, a little of the pressure was released, but it was still pulsing, hot and hard, incredibly without any external stimulus. Another surge of heat rose through his body and he watched his cock as he came without even touching himself. The skin slid back, and his slit opened, his tip spewing forth long ropes of thick, white cum onto the bathroom tiles.

He knew this feeling. He’d felt it many times before, though at first it had only been a shadow, a sense of horniness without any origin. Being a teenager, especially a teenage boy, random, strange erections weren’t that odd, but it was the strange sense of desire that came with it that was more disturbing. Emotions that he could sense weren’t his own. He remembered the first time he realised they were Madison’s, feeling that same disembodied arousal and passing his sister’s room. The door had been cracked open a sliver, and inside his sister, in her cheerleading uniform, bend over the bed, her hand stuffed down her panties. He couldn’t see anything, except her panties bulging with the movements of her hand, the sensation of arousal pulsing inside him every time she gasped and pushed her fingers inside her wet hole.

Since their first time together in the car, and being naked and fucking nearly 24/7 at the camp site ever since, the twins had only grown closer. Their ability to feel what the other was feeling had only intensified until Brandon was able to easily distinguish between his own emotions and hers, even as hers grew ever more powerful with him. Before he would have gotten hard from her arousal, and now, he could feel it so clearly, he could, and had, climaxed entirely from Madison’s emotions. He could feel it so exactly that he could even feel the underlying emotions undercutting the arousal, which is how he knew this time was exactly like the others.

The arousal he was feeling now was tinged with something else. Regret. ****. Humiliation. And still, a deep sense of pleasure. Not enjoyment, just pleasure, as if she simply couldn’t help but feel good. If he closed his eyes, he could almost see her, bent over and being ploughed from behind…but by who? That he couldn’t sense, and couldn’t know. It was simply a dark faceless figure fucking his sister. His gut tightened. He’d wanted his sister to live her life and experience the world without him…but was this what he had to look forward to every time she spent the night with another man? Experiencing it with her and never being able to partake. It was almost too much to bear.

His cock twitched, dripping with the last of his cumshot, but it was still as hard as ever, Madison’s arousal surging through him. He dropped a hand to his shaft and began stroking his length, his eyes still closed, imaging himself behind her. It wasn’t difficult to do. He’d fucked her from behind many times out at the camp site. He could see her bare-naked ass, pushing back against his cock as he thrust inside her. Usually she had been completely naked, but for some reason he imagined her wearing a dress, black and tight and bunched up around her waist. And instead of a tree, it was a wall that she pressed her hands against, so tight he could almost feel the impression of the brick upon her skin.

The pleasure was building again, tightening into a ball at the base of his spine, cocked like a gun with an invisible hand on the trigger, threatening to squeeze as the pleasure contracted and consumed him simultaneously. He felt something drive inside, filling her, filling him, and pulling the trigger, feeling more like a cannon than a hand gun as his whole body rocked, his cock firing off another load of cum he didn’t even know he had. The man, he knew, had cum too, the warmth spreading through Madison, strengthening her orgasm and his own.

Brandon stroked himself throughout Madison’s entire climax. It was several minutes before hers finally subsided and the sensation drained from his body and finally his cock, wasted and spent, was able to soften. Breathing deep and heavy, he slummed back against the door and wondered if this was how it would always be. Would Madison have the same reaction if he fucked another girl? Or in time, if they abstained, would the feelings diminish, and weaken back to normal?

For now though, he looked down at the mess of cum he’d made all over the floor and realised he had a lot of cleaning up to do.