Tabitha has Micheal finger her, as she plays with him

Tabitha gasped lightly a couple more times, and then seemed to have enough. "Okay Mikey, that's enough pussy rubs for your cock. We need to get going," she said. She stepped back slightly, letting Micheal's member spring gently back upwards, much to his relief.

Tabitha kept one hand gently resting on Micheal's erection. "Awww, you're still hard," Tabitha said. "I tell you what. I know how much you like to get your meaty fingers all over me. Do you want to play with my pussy?" she said, swaying her hips slightly.

Micheal didn't need any more encouragement, and reached down for his sister's pussy. He felt through her thatch to find her sodden pussy lips. She gently grasped his cock, and started stroking. Micheal experimented, feeling inside Tabitha's very wet warmth, and stroked upwards. She gasped.

"Mmmm, do you like that?" Tabitha asked, squeezing his cock gently. "Getting your meaty boy fingers in my pussy? Does it make you excited to feel how wet you make your sister?"

From what he saw before, Micheal wasn't sure that Tabitha wasn't this wet all the time, but her hands on his cock, the silky wet feeling of her sex, and the idea that she was wet for him, pushed him over the top. He groaned, and shot a big jet of semen up between himself and Tabitha, wetting both of their chests but astoundingly leaving some to shoot just above their heads.

"Oohhh, yes, that's a good boy!" Tabitha beamed at him, as his cum landed on his head. Another stream shot up, landing wetly on her face. "Yeaas, you like that don't you?" she said playfully. Another shot splashed the underside of her right breast and onto his shirt, and a fourth trailed up her torso, hitting the underside of her chin to pool at her collarbone. "Good booooy!" she said, stroking as diminishing jets of cum splashed over her forearm and her hand.

Tabitha stepped back and beamed at him. She seemed especially pleased. "I bet that feels better, doesn't it Mikey? Silly boy," she says. His semen was dripping down her face, chest, and arm.

Micheal was somewhat awed by the sight of his sister, naked apart from her stocking feet and dripping with his cum, pleased with him and at the same time completely nonchalant about what they had just done. He beamed back at her.

"There's my brother Mikey," she said, condescending to him cheerfully. "There's a good boy!"

Micheal's smile faded slightly, but even his sister treating him like a domesticated animal -- something that would take getting used to -- couldn't completely take him off the high he was feeling.

"Come on, Mike," Tabitha said to him, a bit more the way that she used to. "We've got to get to class. Let's go," she said, going to the door to put on her shoes.

Michael felt self-conscious about having cum under and on his shirt, and in his hair. "Um, I'm going to clean up a bit first."

Tabitha looked to him, not so much oblivious to her more semen-glazed state as unconcerned. "What for? Mike, we need to go. You boys and your own cum, it's ridiculous," she said impatiently, walking up to him. "Did you get some under your shirt?" she grabbed the hem of his shirt and wiped his abdomen with it.

She stood up and looked to him with an eye-roll. "I don't know why you boys let yourselves get so obsessed with tits, ass, and pussy if you're not comfortable with getting any of your own cum on you. I mean, you're all like super-soakers!"

She moved in for a tight hug, reaching around him to give his butt a tight squeeze. Her hard nipples pressed into his chest. She quickly let go and stepped back, admiring her work. Micheal looked down and noticed that quite a bit of the cum that was on Tabitha's torso had left marks on his shirt.

"There, now you practially can't see the first one," she said. "Come on, let's go."