Look at me…Look at me! I am the writer now.

Having just released my cum into my mother’s mouth, I wanted to catch my breath. My mind raced at all the possibilities of my discovery. Rita and Angela gave me tacit permission to go out and do sex to anyone in town, and I just had to cast a wide net.

I checked the calendar and was pleased to notice that the weekend started tomorrow. That would give me a chance to really experiment with sex. Just one day at school before that. That’s where the trouble would be. How could I get through the day knowing that there was a whole school of soft, warm flesh? There were all those girls, and none of the boys seemed to care. Then there was Joy. I couldn’t risk drawing the Institute’s attention by maybe having her become a birthing bod. I mean pregnant. However, that worked. The only possible alternative was to get it out of my system before school started and then set my desires back to neutral with the artifact. But then again, I feel like I have had a clearer head than I have ever had. Maybe I could just reduce my desire for sex while I’m there. Make a low hum instead of a roaring torrent.

The shower had stopped, and that meant mom was done. If I was fast enough, I could get into the shower before Sophia and wash off mom’s juices. I hopped out of bed, still as naked as when I went to sleep. It got so warm in the summer that the whole town heated up, so what was the point of pajamas? I yawned and made my way to the shower, only to see Sophia leaving her room as well.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not wasting water on my watch by showering alone,” said Soph taking off her nightshirt and underwear and pushing me out of the way to get in first. Seniority has its privileges, I sighed. I joined my sister in the scolding hot water and did my best not get scorched. Why Soph liked it so hot was beyond me. After I adjusted to the heat, I could begin the process of washing Mom’s vaginal juices off my penis.

Meanwhile, my eyes danced over Soph’s young athletic body. Her job kept her toned and athletic, and I never noticed how her back had this sleek curve to it, like a violin from the nape of her neck to crack in her bottom.

“Hay, can you help me wash up?” said Soph handing me a towel.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, ecstatic to have any excuse to touch my sister’s feminine body. I began to rub soap down her back and along her hips and tummy. Soph likewise scrubbed my shoulders and arms. My fingers moved down past her belly button and into her pubic hair. I paused for a moment, wondering if she would object if I touched her vagina. Then again, I don’t see why she would. It’s just a vagina. My fingers slid over the small bump above her lower lips. Unlike Moms or Rita’s vagina, Soph’s genitals were a tight, compact pair of lips. I wondered if I could even get a finger in there, let alone my penis. My other hand began to fondle her breast. My palm brushed over her nipples, which slowly became hard with my touch.

“It think those areas are clean,” said Soph, breaking me out of my exploration of my sister’s body.

“I guess you’re right,” I said.

“What is wrong with you lately? You have been acting really weird,” she said, turning around and letting the water wash off the suds.

“I don’t know,” I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her body as I grabbed another handful of her breasts. “I guess I just want to be closer to the people around me.”

I had just realized that my penis was hard again and was now resting between my sister’s tight bum. I slowly began to rub myself in the crevice of her well-toned bottom. It wasn’t quite the ecstatic feeling of sex, but it sure felt pleasant.

“Ugg, it must have something to do with that condition you have. I can feel that thing of your digging my back. So weird. You should really see a doctor about it,” said Soph.

“I have, last night, in fact,” I said, thinking of Angela and her warm vagina that fit my penis like a glove. “The doctor said the best thing I can do was to get rid of the pressure like I have been doing. Speaking of which, do you mind helping me.”

“Can’t you get mom? It was really uncomfortable having that thing in my mouth,” said Soph turning around to awkwardly scrub my back while holding her in my arms. My penis rubbed against her pubic hair and tummy.

“She has already done it once today, and you are right here. It’s not fair to make mom the only one helping me out,” I said, my hands finding purchase on her bum that made it easier to rub against her.

“Fine, I guess I can help out, but is there another way besides sticking it my mouth?” she asked.

I thought of bending her over like I did with joy and inserting myself in her vagina. But that was asking for trouble. If the birth reaction did exist, then Mom already might be in the process of making a person. That was a big if. But if it was that easy to start the reaction and release myself in Soph, then that would surely alert the Institute on what I was doing. It was just too dangerous.

“Well, I could always put it in your bum?” I said.

“Eww, poop comes from there. Is that what you were trying doing the other day when you were giving me a message?” said Soph, disgust on her face.

“I mean, maybe,” I said sheepishly.

“I think I would rather have it in my mouth,” she grimaced before giving a loud sigh. “Alright, I think I can do this without Mom’s help,” she said, crouching down her knees resting on the soft spongy fiber floor of the shower.

“Thanks, sis,” I said as Soph wrapped her mouth around my hard penis. An electric tingle shot up my spine as her tongue caressed the underside of my penis. I leaned against the wall and ran my hand through Soph’s long brown hair as she began the bobbing motion of her head. The suction she made with her lips was divine, and my toes curled into the fibrous floor of the shower. The scalding water-cooled and now a pleasant warm heat.

“That feels great… you’re a natural…slut,” I said with a groan.

“Hmmm?” said Soph as her mouth came off my penis with a pop. “What’s a slut?”

“I uh, guess it’s someone good a sucking penis,” I said, trying to push myself back into Soph’s mouth but bumping into her lips.

“Did you just make that up? Why would anyone root the identity around such a weird act? I mean I only ever just discovered that it could be done yesterday.”

“I don’ know Soph, just put my penis back your mouth. I was getting close.”

Soph shrugged before opening her mouth again and continued sucking me off again. My eyes rolled back at the sensation. Soph may have just learned how to suck a penis, but I think she was starting to get the hang of it. She held my hips as she bobbed her head. The way Soph looked up at me from such a submissive position sent gave me a shiver despite the warm water. It seemed that she was always yapping and complaining and bossing me around. It was nice that I found another use for this mouth of hers.

“I’m almost their Soph,” I said, running my fingers through her wet hair. She picked up her pace and bobbed her head faster. Her breast jiggled delightfully, and her bobbing body was all I could focus on. “Here it comes!” I said through gritted teeth.

Having learned from yesterday, Soph pulled her head off and aimed my penis away from her toward the drain. My cum shot out in several gooey spurts that vanished with water before solidifying into rubbery clumps on the sponge floor of the shower.

“Well, now that’s done, I can get on with my day,” said Soph, turning off the shower and leaving the bathroom. I sank down the spongy material of the shower and caught my breath.