Skip studied her. 'I thought you were gonna faint. You sure you're all right?'
'Of course, silly.' Jenny did a cartwheel to show that she'd regained her balance. Her ponytail flip- flopped.
'If you say so,' Skip said. He picked up his gym bag. 'You know how to operate the washer and dryer? I got a shit-load of workout clothes to wash.'
'I'll wash them for you,' Jenny said.
'I can do it,' said Skip. 'Just show me how to operate the machines.'
'I said I'll do it,' Jenny said, taking the gym bag away from her brother. 'And dinner will be ready in a half hour.'
Skip went upstairs and Jenny went to the basement laundry room. She emptied Skip's gym bag on the floor – T-shirts, gym trunks, sweat-socks, and a jockstrap. Jenny began loading the clothing into the washer, but paused when she discovered that the pouch of Skip's jockstrap was moist. The woven, elastic pouch had supported Skip's balls only a short while ago at wrestling practice. Jenny started to tremble again and her breathing quickened.
What's happening to me? she thought. Then, as if she'd lost control of herself, she lifted the jockstrap to her nose and inhaled the scent of her brother's ball-sweat.
Her head whirled inside and she fell against the washer to keep from falling over with dizziness.
Am I losing my mind? she wondered. What am I doing? But even as she wondered, she couldn't help herself and she kept the jockstrap pressed to her nose, inhaling the scent of her brother's balls. Her right hand moved down between her thighs and her middle finger slipped under the crotch of her gymnastics uniform and up into her cunt. She started finger-fucking herself.
Each inhalation of her brother's ball-scent caused such a rush of excitement through her body that she nearly came. Her middle finger pistoned rapidly in her cunt and her fuck-juices dribbled down her hand and thighs. She couldn't stop herself. It was as if she were losing her mind. The throbbing feelings overwhelmed her body and she cared about nothing else but the pleasure.
'Oh, Skip!' she moaned, rocking her loins and humping as she finger-fucked her pussy. She chewed on the sweat-moist jockstrap, sucking on it. She wanted to eat it, to swallow the flavor of her brother's balls. She closed her eyes, remembering how Skip had held her just minutes ago, and suddenly she was over the brink. Her eyes crossed as her body jerked with ecstasy.
She rubbed the jockstrap all over her face as she came, her pussy sucking fiercely at her thrusting middle finger, her body trembling with each delicious spasm. She leaned against the washer for support. If it hadn't been there, she would have collapsed on the concrete floor and rolled herself into a ball, squeezing her thighs together and crushing out the itchy, throbbing pleasure that racked her cunt.
When she'd regained her senses and caught her breath, she dropped the jockstrap into the washer with the rest of her brother's clothing and she set the water temperature to hot. Before she went upstairs, she wiped the insides of her thighs clean of pussy-juice with a towel.
At the dinner table a half hour later, Skip sat across from Jenny without either shoes on or a shirt. Jenny could hardly take her eyes off his muscles. Because she couldn't see the lower half of his body, he looked stark naked to her. From time to time his bare feet and her bare feet accidentally met under the table, and Jenny quickly drew her feet back. When this happened Skip would glance up and smile at her, and Jenny's face would flush with heat.
'I suppose you wanna know why I'm not wearing a shirt at the dinner table,' Skip said.
'You read my mind,' Jenny said.
'I'm not wearing a shirt just for the hell of it,' Skip said. 'Know what I mean? I mean, why wear a shirt on a warm evening like this just because I'm eating dinner? It's stupid. A guy oughta be comfortable.'
'Mom would have a fit,' Jenny said.
'I know,' Skip said. 'So would Dad. Which makes it that much more fun. They got all these stupid rules we're supposed to follow, even if the rules don't make any sense. Well, while they're gone I'm only gonna do what makes sense to me. Do you realize this is the first time in our lives we've been left alone in this house? This is the first time in my life I've ever been able to do what I want around here.'
'I know what you mean,' Jenny said.
Skip laughed, then patted his bare stomach and belched.
That night, for the first time that Jenny could remember, she couldn't sleep. She usually fell sound asleep at night the moment her body hit the bed, and then she slept like a dead person. Nothing short of somebody shaking her violently and shouting her name repeatedly could wake her up once she had slipped into deep sleep. Her mother often complained about the ordeal it was trying to wake up Jenny for school in the morning.
Maybe it was the accidental nap this afternoon that was interfering with her sleep now. Or maybe it was that her mind wouldn't stop churning. She kept thinking about the things she'd found in Skip's dresser drawer – the panties and cunt-hairs, the notebook in which he'd written things she couldn't believe. And then she remembered the way he'd caught her this afternoon in his arms and the way she'd immediately had an orgasm. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. How could such a thing have happened? And she remembered the smell of Skip's jockstrap, still moist with the sweat of his balls. She'd actually sniffed it. She must have been out of her mind. And she'd jerked off sniffing it. How could she have done such a thing?
Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly when some light started beaming in under her bedroom door. Somewhere out there Skip had turned on a light. She listened for the sound of him using the bathroom, but she couldn't hear anything. Her bedside digital clock read nearly one in the morning. What was Skip doing up at this hour? Maybe he couldn't sleep either. She strained her ears for a while longer, then, hearing nothing, she got up as quietly as she could and stole from her room to investigate.
The hallway light was off, as was the bathroom light. Down at the end of the hallway, light beamed out through Skip's half open door. Holding her breath, Jenny tiptoed toward the light. She was dressed in nothing but her negligee. Peeking around Skip's half open door, she looked into his bedroom.
Skip stood stark naked in front of his dresser, his moving hand wrapped around his cock. The upper, left-hand drawer of his dresser was open and girls' panties spilled out onto the dresser top and floor. Skip had one of the panties pressed to his nose and was inhaling its scent, his eyes closed, his head swaying as if he were drugged. As he sniffed the panties and masturbated, fuck-lube dripped from the tip of his cock.
Jenny grabbed the door frame for support. Her head swam and she thought she might faint. The sight of her twin brother masturbating was almost more than she could stand. Her body flushed with heat from scalp to toes. Waves of lust pulsed from her loins and streamed to all parts of her body. She gazed in a trance, her eyes followed each rhythmic stroke of her brother's hand. Pussy-juice dribbled like hot sap down the insides of her thighs.
'Mmm, yeahhh!' Skip sighed. 'Pussy!'
He rubbed the silky panties all over his face and over his chest and nipples. He released his cock and let it quiver and throb in mid-air.
Jenny thought she must be hallucinating. That wasn't a cock sticking out of her brother's loins, it was a billy- club, or a rattlesnake. A cock that enormous couldn't be real! The line drawings of the erect male organ Jenny had studied in her sex-education books had looked nothing like this, or at least nowhere near this big. Jenny remembered the text beneath the drawings. 'The normal male penis ranges from 4 to 7 inches.' Skip's cock looked almost twice the size Jenny thought it should be. And it was alive, throbbing crazily and dripping fluid.
Suddenly, Skip dropped the panties and swung toward the door and Jenny reacted instantly, jerking back out of sight before Skip caught sight of her. Then she ran tiptoe down the carpeted hallway to her room. In seconds, she was back behind her closed bedroom door and climbing into bed. She lay back, her heart pounding, sweat misting her forehead.
I must have been crazy! she thought. She had no time for anymore thoughts, because suddenly her door knob turned and her door opened a crack.
Jenny held her breath, watching as her bedroom door inched open wider and Skip slipped into her room. She could just make out his silhouette in the darkness. As he tiptoed toward her bed, Jenny let out her breath slowly, then tried to mimic the breath of a sleeper. Skip stood over her, looking down at her awhile. Then, he lowered himself until he was kneeling beside the bed. His breathing was heavy and shaky.
'Man!' he whispered. 'Baby!'
