Chapter 10: Clean

Chris and Emily soaked in the tub, each leaning against a different end. Em's leg curled up and her foot rubbed against the bottom of Chris's sore, stiff cock, as it pointed back at him.

They'd fucked four times since their little lipstick fun, and they'd sixty-nined, and Chris had fucked his step-sister's ass yet again. Then they found themselves a mess of sweat, cum, and lipstick and decided a bath would be prudent.

"Want me to pretend I'm someone else?" Emily asked much to Chris's surprise.

The thought had never occurred to him. "What do you mean?"

"Like a roleplay thing." She said, "I do theater. You've got your D&D campaigns. We could probably do a pretty good roleplay together. Was there anyone in our class you wanted to fuck?"

Of course there were girls in their class that Chris wanted to fuck. But in hindsight none of them seemed more interesting, adventurous, or thrilling than fucking Emily.

Chris threw out a joke answer, that was sort of a serious answer, "Miss Valesco," the young chemistry teacher they both had.

"Yeah, she was kinda hot. I'd have fucked her." Emily smiled. "Do you think she'd fuck you and then wake up next to you and say, 'Good Morning! Good Day!'" her start of class quote.

Chris laughed.

"What about Hannah Harris? All the guys liked her, right?" Em asked.

"She was a bitch." Chris said.

"Yeah, but she was pretty. You could always see the guys staring at her as she walked down the hall. What if I told you she was a closeted lesbian, and would come and secretly hang out with me and the girls, that I knew how to drive her crazy with my tongue and if I texted her right now, she'd come over right away and do whatever I wanted, including riding my step-brother. Would you fuck her then?"

"Wait... really." Chris's mind hummed.

"No." Emily giggled.

Ultimately Chris turned down his step-sister's offer to roleplay. No fantasy was better than the reality he was living in now.

They finished up in the bath and Chris ate Emily out on the bathroom floor.

Then they decided to watch a horror movie. It was like every other time they watched a horror movie together, except they were naked on the couch, their bodies still recovering from their last fuck. As usual Chris flinched at the jump scares.

"Do you need comforting?" Emily joked, reaching over and putting her hand on her step-brother's flaccid cock.

Then, as is often the case in horror movies, there was a sex scene, and as Chris watched the naked bodies, he felt himself grow hard under Emily's hand.

"Fuck it!" he said, and tackled Emily on the couch next to him.

They fucked three more times after the movie ended and finally fell asleep entwined on the living room floor. As Chris slid out of his step-sister after the third fuck, both of them shared a look, an unspoken understanding between them that they were exhausted, and quiet possibly burnt out on fucking. The weekend fun was coming to a close. There was no denying it.

Yet Chris still woke upon Sunday morning to the sensation of Emily's tongue on his cock. She gave an amazing morning blow job, then said, "I keep telling myself to ask you this, but keep forgetting to, because every time I put your cock in my mouth you end up fucking me. But... would you like to cum on my face?'

Chris didn't want to come off as the typical type of guy who needed to do things like that, mark his territory, claim his conquest. But then he remembered that despite all his attempts to be the nicest man in the room, he was that type of guy.

"I would." He said with a smile, and watched as Emily pointed his meat right at her pretty face, taking his jizz from her forehead, down her nose and cheek and onto her chin.

They ate breakfast again, and Em made no attempt to clean up, instead munching her eggs in her glazed state for her beloved step-brother's enjoyment.

"We should probably get this house cleaned up for when Mom and Dad come back." Emily said and Chris agreed. Mom and Dad had a tendency to come home early and the signs of their weekend-long fuck fest were everywhere. So they got to work.

They cleaned for two hours straight, neither suggesting they take a fuck break. And Emily even cleaned her face off. Finally the house was put together to their liking.

"We've got a half hour." Em said, checking the time. "One more time, just for fun?"

Of course Chris agreed. So they headed up to his bedroom, he pressed her against the wall, she wrapped her long slender legs around him, he entered her and began to thrust.

They weren't five thrusts in when the sound of the car pulling into the driveway rang through the house. For a moment Chris thought he'd just keep going. They could finish up while Mom and Dad unpacked the trunk. But he knew that was a bad idea.

He pulled out taking a long breath. "I guess that's it." He said, looking his step-sister deep in the eyes.

She placed her hands on his face and pulled him in for a deep, loving kiss. "I guess so." She said, "Thanks for a great weekend."

Neither said as much, but the understanding was clear, what they'd done this weekend was a joy but also a necessity. Their brewing lust and bubbling desire simply had to be gotten out of their systems. And now they were cleansed; cleansed through being dirty. And it was unlikely they'd ever need it again. Emily wouldn't sneak into Chris's bed at night anymore. Chris wouldn't jerk off thinking about Emily either. They'd go off to college, grow up, have their own lives, and things would go on as normal.

Neither expected that years later old desires would reawaken in unexpected ways. Neither realized that the story of their lust wasn't quite over yet.

Note from the Author: I'm taking a little time off (not too much) and will return with tales of the naughty adventures Chris & Emily have in college and what that means for their long term lust for each other.

In the meantime, I always love to get feedback, read comments, ideas, things people liked, or disliked, and so on. Thanks for reading. See you probably late next week.