MY BROTHER SPANKED ME
Chapter 9

Joan looked at her brother, who acted like he was half asleep. "We need a shower. Want to take one with me?" she giggled.

"I just want to sleep," he moaned.

"You need a shower," Joan responded, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bathroom. "Besides, you never refuse when a girl asks you to shower with her, dummy," she laughed.

Joan turned the shower on, adjusted it, then stepped in dragging her brother in with her. He wasn't doing anything, so Joan grabbed the soap and began washing him starting with his back. He seemed to be perking up as she finished. "Turn around," she commanded and she began on his chest. He was wide awake when she reached his cock and as she washed it he stiffened.

"Give me the soap," he grinned. Joan handed it to him and he began washing her, starting with her boobs. Her body responded to his touches as she hadn't climaxed. Her legs parted as his hand slid down her belly. Naturally his hand went between her legs and he gently washed making sure she was very clean, much to her delight.

"Turn around," he smiled. Joan grinned as she turned her back to him. He just brushed her back quickly before lowering to her ass. Joan's eyes closed as he gently massaged her ass cheeks, stimulating her more. She felt his finger slide up and down her ass crack, grazing over her asshole. He did it once more, but stopped at her opening. She felt him push in, then his finger slipped into her. She was curious, but scared, so stopped him.

"Didn't Paul do you there?" he questioned and she shook her head. "Why?"

"He tried to, but I stopped him. I got scared," she answered meekly. "I saw you and Mandy doing it. Did you like it?" she asked turning to face him. He nodded. "Did she?"

"She must have. It was her idea," he told her.

His answer made her think. "Maybe I'll try it sometime," she muttered. "Let's dry off," she suggested as she turned off the shower. The two grabbed towels and dried themselves. He took their towels once they were dry and hung them up. Joan just stood there for a moment, deep in thought. Finally she whispered, "Can I sleep in your bed tonight? ...with you?"

"If you want," he answered, then turned and walked into his room with Joan following. He pulled his bedding down and climbed in, holding the blanket open for Joan. She crawled in next to him. The two were side by side, on their backs, naked. Joan waited for her brother to do something with anticipation.

Joan was disappointed when, after some minutes, nothing had happened. Her pussy was already wet and longed to be invaded. In desperation Joan slowly moved her hand over his hip and toward her salvation. She hoped he would be hard and found he was. Tentatively her hand loosely wrapped around his cock. "I didn't think you wanted to fool around any more," he muttered, confused by her actions.

She had told him that, but right now she needed him. Her mouth opened to say something, but she couldn't think of what to say. His hands were folded on his chest, so instead of saying anything, she took his hand and dragged it over to her breast. Thankfully he took the hint and began rubbing her. Her nipples hardened under his hand.

He rolled onto his side and his hand slipped off her breast and down her belly. Joan's legs parted as his fingertips slid between them. Her fire began to smolder. He continued rubbing her pussy. Her legs instinctively opened more giving him better access to her. After a few more minutes of teasing, he stopped rubbing and rolled on top of her. As he did her knees bent and her legs opened as wide as she could make them.

He settled between them and began rubbing his cock along her now very wet slit. It felt delicious, but Joan wanted more. Her arm slipped between their bodies and grabbed his cock. He stopped moving when she aimed his cock. "You sure?" he asked and she nodded. Slowly he eased down, pushing his cock between her lower lips and into her body. Her hands clamped down on his arms and her breath hissed out between her teeth as he impaled her.

Paul had just slammed into her and began fucking her. Her brother had slowly eased into her and was now pressed against her. His lack of movement seemed to turn her on more than Paul's quick movements. Joan savored the sensations, but her body began to control her. Her ass lifted, pressing up against him, then dropped back down making his cock move inside her.

He immediately picked up her rhythm and slowly began moving, sawing his cock in and out of her body. Her fire quickly escalated and her hips increased the pace, which he followed. Joan exhaled hard as her climax hit. Her body went into overdrive as her chest heaved, sucking in air then pushing it out.

Her orgasm ebbed, but he was still hard and still pumping into her. Her body seemed to accept the challenge and rewarded her by cumming for a second time, sending her off into ecstasy again. The world seemed to be spinning out of control around her. Suddenly he pushed into her hard, mashing her ass into the mattress and she felt her pussy being flooded. He had climaxed too.

Joan's body was bouncing out of control on the mattress. Her pussy was overflowing with cum. She thought she might pass out before he began to slow. Gradually her body recovered as he finally slowed to a stop. She was exhausted, but satisfied beyond belief. For a while neither moved. His full weight was on her, but instead of feeling crushed, she felt protected.

After a few minutes he rolled off of her. She felt his cum almost shoot out of her pussy, but she was too tired to move. The flow stopped and Joan found herself laying in a wet spot. "You made a mess. Push over. It's all wet here," she giggled as she rolled onto her side and pushed back against him.

"You made the mess, not me. You're washing the sheets," he teased.

"Fine!" she mocked as she pushed against him. He rolled onto his side, curling around her. She reached up and grabbed his arm, pulling it to her chest. "That was wow," she muttered. His hand cupped her boob, but it wasn't a "grab it" feeling. She found it comforting.

They both drifted off to sleep.