MY BROTHER SPANKED ME
Chapter 3

Joan didn't sleep well that night. It wasn't because she was spanked, wasn't because her brother made her climax, or wasn't because she had climaxed him. It was because she didn't mind what happened and actually part of her liked it. Girls weren't supposed to do stuff like that, especially with their brothers. Was something wrong with her that she liked what had happened?

She woke up a little groggy. As was her habit, she walked to the bathroom door and lightly knocked, but no answer. She tried the door and it was unlocked, so obviously her brother wasn't in there. She opened the door and jumped. Her brother was in there brushing his teeth. To make the situation worse he was only wearing his underwear. "Sorry!" she gasped.

Before she could close the door, he grabbed it. "It's OK. You can come in. I don't mind."

She just stood in the doorway for a moment before she realized she was only wearing panties and a sports bra. Her brother had already looked back into the mirror and continued to brush his teeth like she wasn't even there. Torn with what to do, she muttered, "I gotta pee."

He paused brushing his teeth and, without looking at her, just said, "Go ahead, unless you need me to help." He looked at her, smiled, then went back to brushing. It struck her how calm he was. He made no attempt to hide and didn't really pay much attention to her. Still unsure, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, but, aside from stepping in, remained motionless. He finished brushing, then looked over at her. "I can leave if you're shy, but I was going to take a shower," he casually told her.

"Go ahead. I don't mind. I'll wait," she mumbled before thinking about it and turned to leave once more.

"You don't have to. You've seen me anyway, so it's no big deal now. Go ahead and pee," he stated and she turned back around.

He pushed his underwear down to his feet like she wasn't there, kicked them off, then looked up at her. She was shocked at his boldness, but also sort of flattered he didn't mind her seeing his body. She stared at his boyhood for a moment, then dropped her gaze at the floor. She was torn with what to do, but didn't want to look foolish. After taking a deep breath, she pushed her panties down to her thighs.

As she did, she heard the shower door close. Had he seen her or even looked? She sat down on the toilet, did her business, then stood pulling her panties up again. So much had suddenly changed overnight. He had never done anything like that before, but this morning acted like it was a normal thing. Joan looked at the shower door. It was glass, but was etched, so she couldn't really see clearly. He was obviously naked and she thought she could make out his cock, which looked like it has stiffened.

Joan wasn't sure how long she watched, but it made her feel awkward staring at him even though he probably couldn't see her looking, so she turned toward the sink to brush her teeth. The shower door opened causing Joan to look into the mirror. Her brother stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Her body blocked the reflection of his body, but she knew he was obviously still naked.

She finished brushing and turned to face him. He was drying off, but not holding the towel attempting to cover himself at all. She caught glimpses of him as he dried and noticed he was still hard. "Shower's all yours," he smiled as he dried. Joan just stood there, watching her brother; glimpsing at his nudity. He was holding the towel loosely, then turned completely naked to face her again. "You going to take a shower?" he asked.

"Um... Yeah," Joan muttered. She realized she had been standing there looking at him; looking at his body. Even though he had made no attempt to hide, she had been watching him and made no attempt to turn away. Even now he was standing naked in front of her. How could she deny him after all that? Slowly she pulled the sports bra over her head, revealing her boobs to him. She hesitated, hoping he would leave even though she couldn't really ask him too.

Slowly her hands went to her panties and she pushed them down, stepping out of them. He looked at her. "You're cute, but a little too much hair," he smiled.

"You think I should cut my hair?" she questioned.

"No, not on your head. There," he told her, pointing at her pussy.

"Oh," she blushed, then turned and went into the shower. As she started to wash, Joan looked down at her pussy. She did trim, but with dark hair her bush was very visible. She had thought of shaving, a few of her friends did, but she hadn't done it yet. Maybe her brother was right. She picked up her razor and carefully began to remove her pubes.

Once finished Joan looked down at her work. It was strange not to have hair on her pussy any longer. The last time she was smooth was years ago. It felt nice and didn't look too bad, even though different. She stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel. It surprised her to see the door to her brother's room still open.

Joan could see him laying on his bed with the towel still around his waist. She thought about closing the door, but he had been open with her after he showered. Secretly she also wanted him to see her new look. Joan dried off while he watched, but unlike him she attempted to stay covered although she expected he would get peeks at her nudity anyway.

She finished drying off and was holding the towel against her body as she faced him, although the towel was not wrapped around her. Nervousness was beginning to enter her brain and she feared she would chicken out if she waited much longer. Mustering what little courage she had left, Joan let the towel go with one arm and it fell to her side, exposing her body. "You like?" she giggled.

Her brother climbed off his bed, but didn't hold his towel, which unwrapped from him and stayed on the bed. He slowly walked into the bathroom where she was with his stiff cock bobbing. Joan was almost hypnotized and didn't move at all. He stopped in front of her and his hand went to her pussy. She wasn't sure if he did it on purpose or not, but he went right to her hot spot.

"Nice... I like it," he said softly making her slightly smile. "Open your legs so I can feel better," he told her. Joan wasn't sure why she did it, but her legs parted. "Feels sexy," he said as his hand went between her now open legs and began moving. She could already feel her body reacting to his touches.

Joan's eyes became heavy, but not because she was tired. Her body was overwhelming her mind with pleasure. Her legs parted more, giving him more room, and her hand went to his shoulder for balance. She could feel her fire start to burn. As he continued to stimulate her she felt her knees getting weak, so leaned into him for support. As she did her hips jut forward mashing her now wet pussy into his hand.

She had no idea how he had learned, but he learned well. Joan felt like her body was about to explode. Her chest was heaving as her ecstasy kept increasing, taking over her body. She almost collapsed when her orgasm finally hit her. Her hips slammed forward and Joan clung to his arm fearing she was going to fall. Slowly her climax ebbed, then began to fade.

Suddenly his finger pushed forward entering her body. Her breath sucked in as her pussy greedily swallowed it. She held her breath for a moment before the air rushed out of her lungs as she came again. His finger kept pushing into her coaxing cum out of her. As great as it felt, she pushed his hand away in desperation as her body was close to overload. After a few minutes the world came back into focus.

His hand took her free hand and moved it toward his quivering, stiff cock. She knew what he wanted and, in her current state, she welcomed the invitation. Her hand reached out for his stiff member. It surprised her how hot his cock felt against the palm of her hand. Her fingers slid down to feel his cum laden balls before sliding back up and around his cock.

As he had showed her the night before, she began pumping him. It didn't seem to take long before cum shot from his cock hitting her belly. She kept stroking him as stream upon stream of cum squirted out and onto her. Eventually he stopped cumming and she released his shrinking cock.

Joan looked down at her belly, now covered with dribbles of cum. Out of curiosity she ran her finger over a dollop, feeling it. She scooped up more so it was now covering the end of her finger. He reached out taking her hand, lifting it. "Open your mouth," he said softly. Without thinking, she did as he told her. He maneuvered her hand, sticking the cum covered finger into her mouth.

Again without thinking what she was doing, her mouth closed and she tasted cum for the second time in her life. It was slimy, salty too, but surprisingly she wasn't repulsed by it. The taste was foreign to her, like nothing she had tasted before. It made her feel good to have his cum on her mouth and she scooped more, tasting that too.

"Spread it around. I've heard it's good for your skin," he told her. In her mesmerized state, her hand went to her belly and she began rubbing, covering her skin with his cum. She even rubbed some into her breasts.

"I gotta go get dressed," she stated, embarrassed by what she was doing. Quickly Joan turned and walked into her room to her dresser. She opened the drawer and pulled out a clean pair of panties.

"No, don't wear any," he told her. Joan turned around to see her brother, still nude only now with a limp cock, standing in the doorway. She paused, pondered what he was asking her to do, then turned and put her panties back. Another drawer was opened and she pulled out a pair of shorts, then turned to face him again, holding the shorts. He nodded and she stepped into them. "Sexy," he muttered, making her smile, then he turned and walked toward his room.