Showering Siblings

Kent didn’t realise how grimy he felt after that long morning of bus travel and sweaty exploration until he was standing in the roomy shower, Sasha next to him and Shawn on the other side of her. Now it was clear that Sasha stood about 6’2”, just a bit taller than her brother, and they were both indeed fine specimens of the human species. He was definitely ready for a piece of that perfect, firm ass, but also mindful of the schedule that needed to be kept. There were handles under each showerhead, but also a set on the wall between them that apparently controlled both sets of plumbing. Sasha switched them on and perfect temperature water rained down from the heads onto their three naked bodies.

Sasha turned to Kent, smiling like a cat looking at a new toy and he soon found soft hands all over him. Shawn, left with his own space and showerhead, didn’t seem to mind the lack of attention and went to soap himself up, but his ridiculous erection was ever in Kent’s periphery.

“You’re very very fit,” Sasha noted, lathering shower gel over Kent’s arms and chest with equal intentions of cleaning him and inspecting him. “Not too buff… not too slim…” she was stepping around him, scrubbing his muscles with her fingers, massaging the teenager at the same time and giving his body relief he didn’t know he needed until now. When she was behind him she grabbed a handful of ass, which Kent didn’t even flinch at having encountered many a sexa mom (like a soccer mom but more handsy) over the years when he was at training. Then her hand slipped around his waist, found his cock, fingers wrapping around the base of his turgid member.

She pressed her tits against him, her warm wet vulva against his butt as well, water running down the both of them and slightly steaming. “You have a nice sized dick too… length... girth…” she gave him a squeeze. “Hardness.” She tugged him to one side, guiding his hips with her other hand so that he would turn around. The showerhead was angled to run just over the top of Kent’s head, sending water down his back while giving him unobstructed view of the curly-haired sexpot in the shower in front of him, her back to the cool tiled wall. Looking into her deep brown eyes he realised she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. “Handsome too,” she added, still analysing Kent. “You definitely look the part of a perfect sexa player,” said Sasha in a wondering tone, still locking him in her gaze while she slowly stroked his throbbing hardness. “But do you have the skills of a professional sexa player?”

Now Kent’s hand went on a discovery, sliding over Sasha’s silky smooth form. They both let out a breath when he took hold of her tits. They were perfect… their weighty softness… He squeezed, pressing another huff from the brunette, her nipples stiffening more in his palm. Reluctantly he moved his hands away from her lovely wet breasts and felt the rest of her. She was soft everywhere like all women were, but beneath it he felt the firmness of trained, flexible muscle. Her hips felt like a natural place to rest his hands, to grip as handholds for fucking in various positions, but his fingers continued on lower. Like many young athletes, Sasha was completely clean shaven. Kent felt every soft ridge and fold of her, the girl letting out a gasp with how knowing his touch was. He sunk two fingers into her already sopping cunt. Cum began to leak out of her again, dripping down her leg and onto the shower floor. So much had already been washed off her skin, but still more came out of her. Shawn had really filled her up, an endless river of his sticky cum globbing out of Sasha’s pussy as Kent dug deeper. With the knowledge that it was her half-brother’s cum that she was so profoundly filled with he get even harder.

Propping herself against the shower wall Sasha let the perfect athlete finger her with intention, nodding at his technique as she watched the digits slide in and out of her… the dumped jizz dribbling out continuously. “Your fingers are pretty g-” Sasha tried to compliment him, but suddenly found Kent’s mouth on her’s. She moaned into it as he rubbed her clit, sending a immensely pleasant shiver through her body.

He let off her button and her lips, allowing Sasha a gasp of breath, but his fingers still worked inside her. “Wow… not bad, freshie,” she said with a short laugh. She gripped his cock with a possessively and pulled him closer. “But let’s move on to the real deal. Fuck m-mmph!”

She was cut off again by Kent’s kiss, her words failing as he rubbed her sensitive hood again, still knuckle deep and extracting Shawn’s cum from her drenched hole. She squirmed under his ****, her lips curling into a smile around his, ready to surrender to this freshman’s impressive technique. Then he stopped again and she snapped at his mouth aggressively when he pulled away, when he let off the pressure on her clit while still fingering her needy cunt.

“You… haha,” she gasped, resting the back of her head against the now warmer tiles and getting no relief from it. She understood what he was trying to do now and she felt a flare inside at the challenge. “You’re trying to make me-”

Again he shut her up physically, holding her tongue by plying it with his own. The water running down their faces enhanced the smell and taste of her, of him. Kent’s masterful massaging of her clit had all of her senses on fire, once again pushing her closer to what she wanted but now was wanting to hold off on. The sense of competition wanted her to delay, delay, delay… but the kid was good. So fucking good.

“Noo… ha…” she moaned as he once again eased away, Sasha finding her legs starting to jelly despite her renewed spirit to compete. It must have been the previous six times she had fucked Shawn finally taking their toll. Damn persistent little brother… “Please… please… just let me… just let me cum…” she panted, shower water and sweat dripping off her in equal measure.

Kent smiled, feeling a little ego boost seeing the talents that had earned him his scholarship were transferable to this preview of the college stage. He’d used this same technique to make it through a tough semifinal in his second regionals when he was down two orgasms to none against the final female opponent. But it was no time to reminisce with this soaked, tanned, quivering goddess at his commanding finger tips. He went forward to press his advantage and finally give her what she was begging for. Or… he tried to, then a heavy hand slapped onto his shoulder wetly.

“Come on you two, we’ve got to get going,” came Shawn’s voice now directly behind Kent. He could feel the strength of his fellow athlete from the grip of Shawn’s thick fingers alone, and when he saw the new smile on Sasha’s face Kent’s stomach dropped a little.

“The most important thing in sexa is definitely teamwork, Freshie. Hold him for me, Shawn,” she said as she straightened, one hand still leaning against the wall for support. There was a sigh before Shawn’s thick arms were wrapped up under Kent’s arms and his back was suddenly pressed against the man’s chest. Kent also definitely felt that massive meat stick now packed against the small of his back and a panic rose in his throat. There was a rather dangerous struggle going on now on this slippery floor as Kent tried to break free of Shawn’s iron hard hold. Even though Shawn was shorter he was strong enough that it didn’t matter. There wasn’t any leverage Kent could use to twist free.

“Whoa dude, relax,” said the bald black man at his ear, genuinely trying to calm the whiteboy down. “I ain’t really into that. We just gotta go.”