X-Masturbation

Josephine is the clone of Wolverine who was raised as X23.

Josephine flopped onto her stomach, kicking the stifling covers to the foot of the bed. Her naked legs were dappled with sweat drops that collected together and made tiny streams over her flushed skin. Her blue lace boyshorts were sticking to the crease of her ass, pulling tight between her legs.

It was very hot. Very very hot! So hot in fact, that sleep was almost impossible! To top it off the AC was broken since Kitty decided to phase through it and her powers somehow fused the circuits. One more reason to ask for a separate room. The air lay around like a dead animal allowing no breeze and respite. But that was becoming the least of Joe’s problems.

“Why is it heat makes you so horny?” she brooded, rolling onto her back. She found in the last few months that she had trouble sleeping. Since she was used to being on a schedule. She shook her head, scattering the thoughts before she could once again go down that road. You have friends and a whatever, she thought. Still not knowing what to call wolverine. She couldn’t call him Dad since he wasn’t her father, not really. Not to mention the added DNA to her birth mix, nor could she call him brother, that would just be weird and he was way to old to be her brother. Everything else was just too distant. Great just great I hate thinking about this shit, she thought growling at herself. Only a few things helped her to sleep. But unlike Jean thinking was not one of them. Usually when she though she lead herself down the same old road which made her head hurt which made her angry which the made her excited.

“I mean, it should make you too lazy to lazy to do anything…” she sighed angrily, flinging her legs apart to let her crotch breath a bit. It was soaked through, clinging tightly to every fold of crevice of her pussy.

Her light top was likewise damp with sweat, clinging to her back and painted against her chest, each nipple clearly visible. The collar was very low, showing her creamy, flushed cleavage, the drops of sweat rolling towards her neck, the hem way above her belly button.

So far it was the hottest night of the year and heat always made her, thoughtful and horny.

Her flushed face showed her arousal; chocolate strings of hair adhered to her cheeks and neck.

As she what to do now that she was awoke her fingers skimmed through the sweat on her exposed stomach, feeling the heat rising out of her skin. She started thinking about all the other people in the house in the mansion and how unbearably hot they had to be. She of course started with Bobby she could picture him lying in nothing but boxers, his own covers kicked to the bottom of his bed. Not from the heat but to allow freedom of movement.

Maybe he’s hard. The thought gave her a foreign yet well-known twinge deep inside and more moisture escaped her body and onto her boyshorts. She raised her knees and spread her legs more placing her feet overhead, on the headboard in a single motion, letting the meager airplay against her entire crotch. The air against moistened boyshorts causing her to shudder.

In her mind she could see Bobby very clearly. Every one of his danger room hardened muscles dripping in sweat, the hard lump hidden under his boxers twitching with rushing blood. In her mind one of Bobby’s hands drifted down his chiseled abs and slipped under the band of his boxers.

At present Joe’s fingers were following the same course, winding under the elastic of her boyshorts, seeking out her Chakra. Joe let her body twist into a satisfied stretch when the skillful fingers found their mark. After months of practice she had the path to the peak commit to memory. Her inflaming fingers found and exposed the hard nub of her clit and set about a slow and delicate caress, they slipped down further and dipped into the growing pool, bringing the warm juice back up to ease their labor. The fingers bringing about an almost painful pulsating. Her other hand slipped up her stomach and edged her sheer top higher, pulling it over one of her naked breasts. Her hand slithered between breast and her leg thereupon played with the exposed nipple, rolling it delicately, the moving outward to slide a single finger around the areola. Only returning and becoming rougher when the adrenaline began to flow, her whole hand cupping the globe with delicate squeezes. Joe sighed, her mind seeing Bobby’s hand begin a slow and rhythmic pumping under the shorts, muscles tensing.

Joe slipped a finger inside herself, amazed at how wet she was getting. Like most girls Joe did masturbate but would rather die on Wolverine’s claws before ever admitting it. Joe’s hand sped up inside her boyshorts as the sensation grew in her belly. Her head tossed to the side as it grew, her breathing deepened in her chest, here tits heaving into the air, her still hidden nipple poking her shin. Her hips had begun to lift against her hand, fucking her finger. Her mind started running on its own flashing from Bobby, to Kurt, to Scott till the final one that always sent her straight over the edge, crashing into bliss, the one of Joe and Kitty, legs scissored together, heaving hips rolling into the other.

As Joe came hard, one finger stuck inside stroking her g-spot she used her wrist to tap her clit. Giving her a blended zenith. Causing her muscles to squeezed the finger steadily. She tensed up gritting her teeth against the massive, continuous, . Then dropping, relaxing as her warm juices spurted between her fingers. Spewing the length of the bed and splattering the chest there.

Or would have, if not inhibited by her boyshorts. Spurts punching the crotch of her boyshorts soaking them more and flowing back onto her glazing her vulva. Then as a bonus, down across her Perineum to her anus, which was rhythmically pulsating letting small amounts of it into her rectum. Which would by tomorrow along with her Chakra be warm juice glued. After several repeat emissions the warm juices began to stream slowly from her now also flowing freely through her boyshorts and onto the bed.

Finally noting the burning in her hips she retracted her foot claws, her legs flopped onto the bed with a squish. Slowly raising to her elbows she glared at the blanket. Using her toes she managed to grab the sheet piled with the blanket. Covering herself with the thin bedding Joe fell back onto her bed curled up. Her boyshorts now turned a darker shade of blue caused her to shiver. Exhaustion finally taking her down into sleep, her numero uno solution being the only thin short of battle that could drain her.