Point and shoot

I looked at Sal and Sally, the redheaded brother and sister lying naked before me on their towel. My cock throbbed and my balls felt heavy and tender. It seemed like too painful a proposition to stuff it back into my running shorts and hobble back home by way of the convenience store. Not to mention sticking out far enough to be a hazard to navigation.

I pushed myself upright and stood behind the pair. They lay on the towel, loosely spooned together with their naked golden bodies limp after exercise and sex. I clenched one hand, remembering the feel of Sal's balls as I squeezed them when he was coming from the sheer excitement of rimming his sister's anus while she came.

Sal shifted his hips. I could see his cock swelling again, prodding his sister gently in the butt.

I licked my lips, tasting Sally again. I took my cock in hand and pointed it at the two of them. I hoped I wasn't encouraging the two holy terrors too much, but they seemed like nice young people. I rubbed my shaft as I looked at their beautiful young bodies.

My eyes lingered on Sally's cute buttocks, and I felt my cock twitch and weep pre-cum. "Hey you two," I said.

Sal and Sally opened their eyes and looked up at me.

"Catch...uhhh-UH!" A white line of cum raked across Sal and Sally's hips. My balls clenched and I spurted again and again onto the naked young couple, painting their bronzed buttocks and hips with long pearly strands. Sal blinked with surprise, but his sister smiled up at me.

I stood over them as my cock slowly softened, until I could put myself together comfortably. The two of them lay and watched until I pulled up my shorts. Sal took his shirt and cleaned up his sister, then himself.

"Thanks kids," I said. "Gotta go,"

Sally laughed. "Seeya, Steve!" she said. "Can Lisa play too?"

I shrugged and waved goodbye. "Dunno."

I retreated through their back gate into the narrow utility path, hoping no one had seen me. Feeling refreshed, relaxed, and a little wrung out, I headed toward the convenience store. Lemon drop ice cream, Lisa had said.

Once out of the Langfields' shady back yard, the heat of the day soon had me sweating again despite my brief running clothes. A few blocks away, at the entry to our tract development, I crossed the convenience store parking lot. I thought I'd better get an ice cream bar for myself so Lisa wouldn't sniff out Sally on my lips. Or maybe a wet napkin. And I was starting to feel hungry.

There were a few people sitting on the benches in front of the convenience store as I approached. I felt sticky and damp. Hoped there was nobody there who'd recognize me. Get in, get out, get home, I told myself.