Her

A stupid question. There was only one person it could be.

"Don't say a fucking word."

Naked as the day we were born. Glistening wetness still making its way down her thighs. Sam stood facing me, tiny perky tits out and nipples hard as diamonds.

She looked frustrated, humiliated, ashamed, but did nothing to cover herself up. Standing almost proudly if you didn't look at her blushing, scrunched up face.

"Wha-"

"Shh!" She shut me up, pushing me back to let herself into my room. Going no further than a few steps before dropping to her knees. "Mistress wants me to clean you up.... but that's all I'm doing!"

Her voice was so shaky, her eyes darting around the room. Trying desperately not to focus on me, on my semi hard cum covered cock that hung right in front of her.

Sighing deeply she took out the cloth she had buried in her closed fist and brought it to my chest. The panties I'd seen in that picture. The ones she'd been wearing moments ago, that Candi had worn earlier today.

“I'm just….” She stepped closer to me. Reaching a hand low but hesitating and moving it back. She took a deep breath to center herself and I could see her nose flair up. Sniffing my room that must have been filled with my stench despite herself.

The smell didn't seem to repulse her though. The tightness in her face relaxed a little and for a moment I looked like she might let a moan out.

“I'm just going to clean you off and leave.” She reiterated while dropping to her knees. At eye level with my cock that was steadily getting harder despite just having cum. She avoided looking at it, which meant she stared up at me. Wide eyes staring right into mine as she slowly brought her hand to my chest.

Through the soft fabric of her panties I felt her fingers pressing me. Caressing me right above my cock… so close to touching it….

Fuck I was shaking. Candi had put all these filthy thoughts in my head and then sent this fucked up scenario. Was she trying to prove a point here? Trying to corrupt us and turn us into her depraved toys? I had no idea what she wanted, but what was worse was that right now I didn't care in the slightest.

“Is… is it always this thick?” Sam asked. Trying to sound disgusted by her actions, but her face betrayed her feelings. Flushed red, with her smooth skin covered in goosebumps. She was in heat, and while I couldn't see it, I bet her pussy was dripping-

Fuck no. I should be thinking like this. God what the fuck was wrong with me.

“Yeah…” I looked away. Letting her run her hand over my chest. Gathering my still warm load of cum into the panties and cleaning it away. “Though I don't normally cum this much.”

“I didn't expect you to be shaved.” She kept wiping in slow motions. Scrunching up the panties to try her best and keep the cum off of her fingers.

“Makes it look bigger. Thought it might help with getting girls…” She wiggled her body in closer to me and I strained as hard as I could to keep my erection down. “I suppose a girl like you prefers her partners with a bit more fur, ay?”

“Fuck you.” She lightly pushed my leg, giving an uneasy chuckle. “It's not like that. I don't even have a tail.”

“But do you want one?”

“Pfftt. Imagine mom finding that in my room.” I looked back down and saw how engrossed she was in her work. Cleaning off the last drops of cum on my chest. Tips of her fingers wet and sticky, but she didn't complain.

“That's not exactly an answer now is it?”

She finished up with my chest and just smiled up at me. Her cute braces framing her innocent face for a moment, before she snapped back to reality.

“I…. I have to clean it all…” Her breaths became shorter and heavier.

“Looks like you got all of it to me.” My chest was spotless now. Every bit of cum I'd shot out now safely stuffed all over the panties.

“No.” She gulped and her eyes turned to the tip of my cock. Hanging half straight, like it was pointing right at her face. “There's still some on you.”

“Oh.” The casualness we'd slipped into disappeared. My eyes wandering over her tight body. How did they taste? How did she taste? Compared to Candi…

“Let me just…” She placed the panties on the top of my cock, rubbing my head with the cum covered panties. Trying her best not to touch it with her bare hands.

It felt so good. Especially with how sensitive I was just after cumming. I tried my best to keep it down but I only got harder and harder the more she gently rubbed the cum off of me.

“Okay, that should… Fuck.” There was more cum now than there was before. The cum covered panties too soaked to effectively clean me up anymore.

“I've got tissues-”

“No!” She yelled and then bit her tongue. Speaking softly again. “No, that's not allowed… I have to do this myself.”

She moved her hand up slowly, her palm so close to touching me, but she stopped. I ached. My cock twitching from the disappointment, despite knowing how wrong that was. She pulled her palm back towards her and looked down at it, sighing.

“Hand’s covered in it too.” She showed me her palm, wet and shiny from holding the wad of drenched panties.

For long moments we stood in silence. Sam staring down my cock as she found the resolve to do what she had to do.

“Don't ever fucking talk about this again.” She growled. Rubbing her face, her cute flushed cheeks, over the dripping head of my cock. Marking herself with fresh cum directly from the source.

I was trying my best, but this was to fucking much. I moan out softly. Staring down at her and watching as my own sister nuzzled the head of my cock with her face. Taking pleasure in the deviant taboo act, even leaning into it and pressing my growing hardon against her.

“That's enough.” She pulled back quickly, before things could escalate. Pulling the largest glob of cum off of her face and looking at it as it stretched out between two of her fingers. She stared deeply, almost lovingly at it, before shaking that feeling off and rubbing it into her already covered hand.

“Your phone.” She said. “Take a picture and send it to Candi.”

“With my phone?” I asked.

“What? You think I'm hiding mine up my ass or something? Yes, with your fucking phone.” She snapped back. Sounding more like her usual self. It was strangely comforting, given how she was on her knees and naked in front of me. My cum covering her face and hands.

“Okay, but don't expect me to delete it.” I said, grabbing my phone off the bed. Half joking and half…. half waiting to see how she'd react.

She just rolled her eyes and scoffed. Unfurling the sticky pair of panties to hold up for the camera. Ropes and strings of cum clinging to it and staining them, inside and out.

“Just don't show anybody else.” Was all she said. Tacitly giving me permission to keep it. To look at it… to….. to ‘use’ it later… not, not that I should…but I knew, and she knew, it was going to happen.

She smiled wide as I held my camera out. The cum stained panties held gently just below her cute lips and painted cheeks. I framed the pictures from her shoulders up, but if I went a little wider….

“Are you done yet?” She groaned through her smile.

“It's adjusting to the light.” I lied. Pulling my phone back for a wider shot. Getting more and more of her body in frame, until finally, just poking out in the bottom of the screen, her hard pink nipples made it into the picture.

“Got it.” I told her. “And sending it to Candi now.”

The smile dropped from her face and she stood back up. Her perky little tits bouncing from the sudden movement.she shivered, dramatically and intentionally, acting as if she wasn't enjoying this as much as I secretly was.

“Okay, we're done here.” Sam said at the same time my phone buzzed with a reply from Candi.

“She looks so sexy doesn't she.?? So proud to have her clothes defiled with her brothers cum.”

“I need a shower. A long hot shower.” She was talking to herself. Walking out the door to be done with all of this. To put it behind us and never talk about it again.

“If you can get her to wear them. I'll suck you off and let you cum on my face as well ;)”