Syd's sister comes home

Syd’s older sister, Jane walks in. I’ve had a crush on her for years, and outfits like what she was wearing today were the reason. She had the tight body of a dancer, but her tits grew beyond what she could deal with and she had to stop. She still kept herself in amazing shape and she loved to show it off. Today she was wearing a gray sports bra and tight black running pants, her iPod strapped to her arm and her sweaty body still moving to the song she was listening to. She stopped for a second when she saw me standing there, and then smiled broadly, running into my arms and giving me a huge hug. I know she felt my \ stiff prick digging into her belly, but it’s not the first time that’s happened; it’s just something us two never talked about.

“Jim!” she shouted as her arms crushed around me. I loved her scent right after she ran; sweaty, a little dirty, but still smelling like her morning shower. Did she just wiggle a little more than usual against my cock, or was that my imagination?

“Hey Jane,” I said, squeezing her back, my hands roaming up and down her tight back. She broke the hug and separated, leaning back against the cupboard where I fucked her mother not 10 minutes ago.

“I didn’t expect to see you here! Is Syd around?”

“Nope, not back yet. I was just talking with your Mom and she jumped in the shower,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Well good! That means you can come out to breakfast with me then,” she said, her eyes sparkling?

“Oh?” I asked, my interest peeking.

“Oh yeah. It’s been too damn long, and I want to ask how those girls at the Uni are treating you,” she said, licking her lips, letting her eyes rake up and down my frame, and then bursting into a giggling fit. She hugged me tight, this time moving against my dick what must have been intentionally. “Goddamn it’s been too long,” she said, her laughter dying down. I had no idea what was so funny, but I chuckled with her.

“I just need to jump in the shower and rinse off,” she said, taking her iPod off and kicking off her sneakers. Her bare foot landed in a few drops of her mother’s cum, but apparently she didn’t think anything of it.

“Sally…er….your mother is still in there,” I said, half warning.

“Yeah, because I’ve never taken a shower with my Mom before,” she said, rolling her eyes. She bounced out of the room, giving me a good shot at her bouncing tits as she moved, winking at me as she disappeared and headed for the bathroom.

My eyes went wide the second she left, and my dick was iron again. I was almost concerned it was getting too much exercise today, but the thoughts racing through my head were just too damn good to care. The thoughts of Jane and Sally showering with each other; soapy hands sliding over each other’s tightly pressed bodies, Jane helping her mother shave her pussy, and the fact that they had a moveable shower wand all got my mind racing and my blood pumping.

Jane was out faster than I would have thought, finishing before her mother. I was still deep in thought of her and her mother fucking each other with the shower wand while tongue kissing, my dick probably starting to leak pre-cum again. She came out wearing nothing but an old terry cloth robe and a towel around her head; my favorite way to see her in the morning. The robe was short; she got it over a decade ago, before she had her final growth spurt and before her chest developed. It was ragged, and in places it was damn-near see through due to wear.

“Mom talked me into breakfast here. She said ‘anything you kids talk about can be said at my table!’” Jane laughed at the end of impersonating her mother. I laughed at the parody as well, knowing that they probably talked about more than that. Sally finished quickly after that and she came out, similarly dressed. Her robe fit her figure a little better, but it was just as threadbare as Jane’s.