by Rose Temper
After she finished collecting Brad’s clothes she took the basket down stairs and put a load in the washer. The towels in the dryer were almost finished so she decided to go out front and check the mail. A real exciting life she was leading here.
Their neighbor Carol was in the front yard with her kids and Bridgett waved at her. Carol waved back and in the brief moment she looked away her three year old took off running towards the street. Carol went after him and managed to grab him before he went out then scolded him in her stern mother voice. Bridgett couldn’t wait to have her own kids. It seemed like a lot of work but she could definitely manage it.
The mailbox was empty–not even any junk mail. Bridgett walked over to Carol. Her son Bridgett coming and ran up to her.
“Bwidgett!” he said.
She knelt down and held her arms out and he ran into her, wrapped his tiny arms around her and gave her the cutest little hug. She squeezed him tight and kissed him on the cheek.
“Hi, Max,” she said. “You’re getting so big.”
“So are you,” he said.
She laughed and stood up and said hi to Carol.
They made small talk while the kids played around them. Bridgett told Carol about how college was going and Carol talked about the kids mostly, how they were a handful but she wouldn’t trade anything in the world for them, and she rubbed her belly and smiled and said she had another one in the oven.
Bridgett squealed. “Oh my god! Congratulations. That’s such good news. How far along are you?”
“Four and a half months. Can you believe it? I told Tom maybe I should get on birth control after the last one but he said he wanted to keep having them. Isn’t that sweet? It’s a lot of work but when you see them smile at you it makes you forget all about it.”
“I’m so happy for you, Carol. Really. That’s wonderful. I can’t wait to have kids of my own.”
Someone honked behind them and they turned around. Brad’s pickup pulled into the driveway and he waved at them. They waved back.
Carol said, “Brad is really turning into quite the young man. He’s been babysitting the kids sometimes. They absolutely love him.”
“Yeah, he’s a good guy.”
Brad got out of the truck and the Max ran over to him.
“Bwad!”
“Hey buddy. How’s it going?” He picked him up and spun around a few times in the driveway then set him down and patted him on the head.
“Ladies,” he said to them and waved again then went inside.
“Ok,” Bridgett said. “It was nice talking to you. Let me know if you want me to watch the kids. I’m bored out of my mind this summer.”
Brad was in the kitchen chugging water.
“How was basketball?” she asked.
He finished the water he was drinking and put the glass in the sink. “It was good. I think I tweaked my neck a little though.”
“Oh no,” she said.
“It’s no big deal. I do need a shower though. I probably smell terrible.”
“I think you smell good.” She regretted saying it immediately. You smell good. Who says that to someone that just worked out?
“Yeah? Well, maybe your nose is broken.” He smiled at her. “It’s good having you back home Bridgett. It’s been quiet here since you’ve been gone.”
“It’s good to be here. I missed you.” She felt herself blushing now and looked away from him. “I’m going to fold some laundry. I put some of your clothes in the wash by the way.”
“Really? Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. I don’t mind. Your room is a mess though.”
Now his face started to turn red. “Yeah, I need to clean up a little,” he said. “Ok, well I’m going to jump in the shower.”
“Don’t use all the hot water. I’m going to get in after you.”
“Well you know what they say, ‘Save water, shower with a buddy.’” He smiled then went upstairs.
Bridgett went into the laundry room and took the towels out of the dryer and started folding them, thinking about what he would do if she went up there and got in with him. Obviously he was joking. They say there’s truth in every joke though. But what would he do? Laugh at her? Yell at her? Take her into his arms? She imagined what it would be like to kiss him and felt herself getting wet at the thought.
She might have to go upstairs and find the vibrator she’d brought home with her. That was one thing she could reliably count on when she got too bored. But when Brad was home she wasn’t bored at all she realized.
After she finished folding the towels she took them upstairs. The shower was running in the bathroom and the door was open a crack. Did he leave it open for her? Maybe he just accidentally didn’t shut it all the way and it came open. Her heart started beating faster in her chest as she imagined herself going in there, stripping her clothes off and getting in with him.
Anyway, she might as well put the towels in there. They were clean after all. She crept up to the door and put her ear up to it. All she heard was the water running so she pushed it open a little and stuck her head in. The mirror was all steamed up.
“Brad? I have some clean towels here. I’m going to put them away ok?”
“That’s fine,” he said from the shower. “I’m almost finished.”
She pushed the door open all the way and went in. Her palms were getting sweaty against the towels in her hands and she wiped them off as she set the towels down on the counter.
The water in the shower went off and she stood there listening, not moving, knowing Brad’s hard naked body was just a couple feet away behind the thin vinyl curtain.
“Bridgett?” Brad said.
“Yeah?”
“Can you hand me a towel.”
“Sure.”
She picked up a towel and went to edge of the shower with it. Taking a chance, she positioned herself so that when she held the towel out into the shower for him she might get a peak at his body. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
She opened the curtain a few inches and put the towel inside, but still with her head turned away. He didn’t take it.
“Here’s the towel,” she said.
“Sorry I have soap in my eyes, I can’t see.”
She looked through the crack in the curtain at him. His hand was stretched out to her and his eyes were closed so she looked down at his naked body. And there was his dick, hard and pointed straight at her. She couldn’t believe how big it was and the sight of it made her forget what she was doing for a moment.
“Where’s the towel, Bridgett?”
His voice snapped her out of the trance. “Sorry, here.” She moved the towel to his hand and their fingers brushed against each other as he grabbed it. She took one last look at his beautiful cock as he wiped his eyes then she turned and started putting away the towels in the overhead cabinet. Her pussy was aching now and she had to take care of it soon.
The shower curtain opened behind her but she didn’t dare turn around and let him see how hot she was. Her face was probably bright red.
“That felt good,” he said. “Thanks for the towel.”
“Yeah sure.” Her hand was shaking and she dropped one of the towels as she tried to put it away.
She was going to kneel down and get it but Brad beat her to it.
“Here,” he said. “I can put these away.” He was right next to her now, with the towel wrapped around him and he held it in place with one hand as he reached up and put the one that fell in the cabinet.
Bridgett glanced down as he did it and saw his cock pressing against the towel now, so obviously erect. She wanted to get down on her knees right there and put it in her mouth.
“There,” he said. “I’ll get out of your way so you can shower.”
Their eyes locked for a moment and then Bridgett knew for sure she wanted him to take her and she thought by the way he was looking at her that he was thinking the same thing. Then he looked away and the moment passed.
Maybe she’d just imagined it.
He walked out of the bathroom and went into his room, shutting the door behind him.
Bridgett had a good idea what he was going to do now. When she did his laundry again she’d probably have another surprise waiting for her. She was breathing hard now and the heat between her legs matched the steaminess in the bathroom.
***
Bridgett walked slowly passed his closed door wishing she could just go in there and help him take care of himself. She stopped and almost turned around to knock on it but she didn’t know what she would do when she got in there. If he would even let her in that is.
She went in her room and closed the door behind her then changed her mind and left it open a crack. Might as well give him the chance to walk in on her.
Standing in the middle of her room, she stripped her shirt and shorts off and if Brad happened to walk by now and looked in the door he would see her in her black bra and panties. Her hand moved down to her smooth, tight belly and she held it there. It made her think of her neighbor Carol and how she was pregnant again. Bridgett wasn’t on birth control at the moment. It was crazy to think about. If someone came inside her today, in just nine months she could be a mom too.
Her hand moved down her belly, slipped under the elastic of her underwear, then over the small patch of hair before her fingers found the wetness building between her legs. A small moan escaped her lips and her whole body felt like it was heating up. She thought of Brad alone in his room right now probably working his huge cock all by himself, getting ready to blow his load of hot, sticky semen into some piece of dirty clothes. It was a real shame to let all that go to waste she decided.
Despite all the obvious sexual tension between them she didn’t think Brad would just go all out and fuck her right now. They were practically siblings after all. But maybe there was something else she could do. An idea began to take shape.
She took her bra off and let it drop to the floor then stepped out of her panties. Some of the wetness from her pussy was visible on the black fabric. She balled them up in her hand and wrapped a towel around herself then went out into the hall.
His door was still closed and she put her ear up to it but didn’t hear anything. Maybe she should just go take a cold shower and forget about the whole thing. No, this was as good a time as any. She put her hand on the knob and was about to open it but then she changed her mind and knocked first. Better to not surprise him too much.
“I’m busy,” she heard him say from inside.
Yeah, I know you are, that’s why I want to come in she thought. She pretended like she didn’t hear him and knocked again. “Brad? Are you in there? I need to get the rest of your laundry.” That was enough warning she decided and then slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open.
“Bridgett! I said I was busy.”
He was sitting at his computer in a pair of shorts, no shirt, and he quickly closed the browser as she walked in. She was almost certain she saw some porn up on the screen before he closed it. He was looking back at her now with his eyebrows wrinkled up like he was mad but his face was turning red. She felt bad for him now that she’d invaded his privacy and embarrassed him but she was too far in to turn back now. And the feeling between her legs was too strong to try to override anyway.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you. I’m about to take a shower but I wanted to make sure I got all of your laundry.” She scanned the room quickly and saw the sweaty clothes he’d worn to play basketball laying on the floor in a pile next to his bed.
Before he could protest, she went over to them and bent over slowly at the waist to pick them up. Her back was to him and she was certain he was getting a full view of her pussy and ass now because she felt the towel riding up. She heard him cough behind her and then grinned knowing that he’d seen what she meant to show him. Who needed porn when you had the real thing right here in your room?
The clothes smelled like him and it made her want him even more. She turned around to face him again and he turned his head to the computer quickly trying to not let her know he was looking.
“Your neck looks stiff,” she said walking towards him.
He put his hand up to his neck and rubbed it. “Yeah, it is a little.”
Standing behind him she dropped his clothes on the floor again and put her hand on his neck. He flinched when she touched him and she smiled at the control she felt like she had over him now. She leaned forward so that her breasts were touching the back of his head and put her black panties on the desk next to his keyboard. He looked over at them then back to the screen quickly once he saw what they were. There weren’t any programs open but he was staring intently as if there was something very important there.
With both hands on his bare shoulders now, she started to massage him. He was super tense but he started to relax a little as she rubbed against his stiff muscles. She ran her fingers through his short hair then down his neck.
He took a deep breath and sighed. “That’s feels good, thanks.”
“Sure. I could give you a proper massage after my shower if you want. If you aren’t too busy on your computer that is.”
“Um, yeah. That would be really nice actually. I haven’t had a real massage in a while.”
“Ok, well let me go take a shower then.” She bent down and kissed him on the cheek then turned and left, leaving her panties on the desk there for him. Hopefully, he would use them. When she went out she left the door open slightly then went into the bathroom and turned the shower on.
She also left the door to the bathroom partly open and looked at her naked body in the mirror as it fogged up. Her young perky breasts were milky white and the nipples hardened now as she started to play with them. The mirror became too steamy to see herself so she got int the shower, hoping Brad would barge in and grab her with his large hands and maybe turn her around and bend her over then put that huge cock of his deep inside her cunt.
The idea of fucking her step-brother made her pussy drip and she slipped her fingers into it now as the hot water from the shower ran over her naked body. It was so wrong to think about but that made her even hornier. If their parents found out, what would they do? If anybody found out for that matter. It would have to be their little secret if it happened.
She turned around in the shower and leaned up against the wall with one arm, letting the hot water hit her in the ass as she finger fucked herself harder now, thinking about all the things she would let Brad do to her. How she wouldn’t make him use a condom. She wasn’t on birth control and if he got her pregnant that would probably be a disaster but the thought of him filling her fertile womb with his hot semen sent her closer to climax.
“Oh, Brad,” she whispered. Her clitoris throbbed as she rubbed it fiercely now and she moaned, not trying very hard to keep quiet, hoping he would hear her and come finish the job. He was probably in his room right now with his hand wrapped around his dick. Could he be thinking about her? Her whole body tensed and then she writhed in pleasure as she made herself come, imagining Brad was coming inside her. The way it made her entire being relax was always surprising and she welcomed it, a feeling that was familiar like the changing of the seasons but still new and different each time.
After she finished in the shower, Bridgett got out and dried herself off, then wrapped the towel around her naked body. She could leave her fantasy as it was–just a fantasy. Or she could go into Brad’s room and tell him about it. Tell him all the things she wanted him to do to her; all the dirty, naughty things a brother and sister shouldn’t do. So far there had been a certain level of deniability. If he called her out on flirting with him and he was upset about it, she could tell him he was dreaming–why would she be flirting with him. They were brother and sister after all.
But they weren’t blood relatives. They were both young, fit, attractive people. It was only natural to be attracted to him. Her pussy started to tingle again as she remembered seeing his hard cock while he was in the shower.
His door was still slightly open, like she’d left it before and she couldn’t hear anything from inside. She knocked lightly on his door, part of her hoping he would tell her to fuck off and leave him alone then she would just forget the whole silly thing. But another part of her hoping she would go in and he would be in there naked, waiting for her.
“Yeah?” he said.
Bridgett cleared her throat. “I think I left something in there. Can I come in?” She waited for him to answer.
“Umm. You left something? I don’t think so.”
“I’m pretty sure I did. My black underwear.” Now she pushed the door open gently. He was laying on his bed still only wearing his shorts and he sat up quickly as she entered, looking back over at his desk. She looked over there too and saw her underwear–but not in the same place she’d left it she didn’t think. She started walking over to collect them and Brad jumped up out of the bed, making like he was going to run over there, but maybe realized he wouldn’t be able to beat her to the desk and he sat back down on the bed, watching her closely.
When she got to the desk, Bridgett saw what he was so nervous about. He’d deposited a huge load of come right into the crotch of her panties. Slowly, she picked them up, wanting to inspect the little gift he’d left for her, smell it, touch it, put it in her mouth, but she resisted for now and trying to act natural instead she bent over and stepped into them, pulling them up over her legs and under her towel, feeling his still warm semen against her naked pussy. Her heart pounded against her chest now and she looked over at Brad on the bed.
His eyes were huge, staring at her and the color drained from his face. She smiled at him and said, “Let me know when you want that massage,” then turned and sauntered out of his room, feeling his gaze follow her, unsure of what he was thinking, but completely turned on by the whole situation.
