0 comments/ 200139 views/ 21 favorites Touch Me Ch. 01 By: Sadie26 Reegan and Josh were not your typical brother and sister. But then again, Reegan wasn't the typical sister either. She was 19 and a goddess standing 5'9 with legs that went on for eternity, long, curly brunette hair and hypnotic brown eyes. She never had any trouble attracting attention. Of course, her large tits didn't hurt either. They were round and bounced with every step she took. And her gorgeous nipples always seemed to be standing at attention. Josh worshipped the ground Reegan walked on. He loved to watch her drying off from her evening shower or watching her slip seductively from the family's backyard pool. And, it seemed, that Reegan knew Josh was watching her because sometimes she would add an extra few minutes here and there while drying off. He was lost in another daydream when ..... "Would you turn that fucking music down please, Josh!," yelled Reegan from her bedroom, "I'm on the phone!" Josh responded by turning his music up to deafening decibels, further antagonizing his sister. Of course, this angered Reegan even more. "Josh! What is your fucking problem?!?," she yelled, storming into his room. "Ya know you're not the only one who lives in this house, you're 18 years old, stop acting like a little kid and grow up!," she growled. "Fuck you Reegan, get out of my room, don't you knock?," Josh yelled back. Reegan let out a scream and left the bedroom, slamming the door and heading downstairs. She found a note on the counter : Dear Reegan, I've been called away on an emergency business trip. I know this is short notice, I'm sorry. I left $200 in an envelope on my desk for you and Josh. I'll be home on Monday. Love, Dad Damn, she thought to herself. Two whole days in the house with Josh, she would certainly lose her mind. She immediately grabbed the phone to call her friends. She wasn't going to let an entire weekend with no Dad around go to waste. "Who are you calling?," asked Josh, startling his sister. "Does it matter?," asked Reegan. Josh rolled his eyes and headed for the refrigerator. He noticed that Reegan looked especially sexy today in a white cotton t-shirt, obviously no bra and the shortest of cut off jean shorts he had ever seen. With her beautiful brunette locks pulled tightly into a ponytail and just a few strands of hair from her bangs falling down her forehead. He watched her as she took a seat on a stool in the kitchen. Her long, golden tan legs crossed perfectly leading up to what, he was sure, was a beautiful tight pussy. Her long slender fingers wrapped around the telephone cord as she giggled with her friends on the other line. "We're having a party!," she squealed, hanging up the phone. "Oh I'm so excited," said Josh sarcastically. "Why don't you call up some of your friends then Josh, see if they wanna do something tonight," offered Reegan. "I don't wanna go out tonight," he whined. "Well then I guess you're stuck here with me and my friends!," giggled Reegan. "What time are your losers, I-I mean, your friends coming over?," he asked, laughing at his word fumble. Reegan glared at him, before answering, "Don't call them that! And they should be arriving in about an hour or so." "I've got to go get ready!," she said before heading upstairs. Josh watched her gorgeous long legs as they took each step carefully. Then moving his eyes up to her ass, her perfect heart shaped ass. Many times he had imagined pounding that ass with his cock. Someday, he thought to himself, someday. A few minutes later Reegan yelled down to her brother. "Josh, I forgot my towel, would you bring me one?" He put down his soda and took off upstairs. He chose a short little skimpy towel, hoping she wouldn't notice. "Thanks," she yelled over the running water. Josh just stood there for a moment, soaking up her beautiful scent. The smell of the shampoo she used and the scented oils she used to cleanse her gorgeous body. Her smell was intoxicating and Josh got an instant hard on. He was startled out of his zone when Reegan ripped the shower curtain open unexpectedly. Her eyes immediately went to the massive bulge he had in his jeans. She smiled coyly before stepping out of the tub and walking past him, the towel leaving little to the imagination. Josh decided this was his moment. How much more perfect can it be?, he thought to himself. Dad's gone for 2 days and my sexy sister is naked in her room. So before he had a chance to talk himself out of it, he barged into her room. She turned around, startled, to find Josh staring at her naked body. They both just stood there for a moment, staring at each other. He slowly walked towards her, his eyes carefully examining her flawless body. Reegan felt her heart start pounding, her nipples were getting hard, just knowing her little brother was staring at her. "What's on your mind Josh?," she asked. "Oh I think you know," he said, licking his lips. He walked up behind her, pressing himself against her wet body. His hands wasted no time sliding down to that perfect ass he had fantasized about for so long. She moaned as he caressed it gently, sending chills up her spine. His breath was warm on her shoulders, she could hear him breathing heavily. "Tell me you want me Reegan," he whispered. "Josh, this is wrong," she said, "We can't do this." "Tell me you want me Reegan," he repeated. She could no longer deny the hidden passion she had for her brother any longer. She had to admit that she loved knowing he watched her. And she had watched him many times, when he thought he was alone, jerking off to porn in the living room. His cock was so thick for a man of 18. She had often fantasized about him fucking her. "Yes Josh, I want you,"she moaned, finally giving in. He came around to face her, taking her beautiful face into his hands and kissing her. It was a passionate moment between the siblings, one they had both wanted for so long. As they kissed, Reegan reached down and unzipped her brother's jeans, freeing the massive hard on he had had since before entering her room. Her warm hands cupped his shaft, making him moan thru their kiss. Slowly, yet firmly, she began stroking him. They kissed harder, both breathing heavily as they slowly made their way to Reegan's bedroom floor. She released her grip on Josh's cock as he layed on top of her. He broke the kiss to tell her to spread her legs. She obeyed quickly, watching to see what he would do. He wasted no time exploring her slit with his long tongue. She moaned, spreading her legs as far as they would go. She watched him licking her, his tongue dancing all over her bare pussy. It darted in and out of her puffy pussy lips, then back inside, fucking her hole like a tiny cock, then up to her clit, sending waves thru Reegan's body. He then slid his tongue down to her beautiful asshole. Mmm it smelled and tasted so good as he licked around it, sliding his tongue inside. She moaned louder as she had never been rimmed before and she was enjoying it immensely. Josh drove his tongue in deeper, pulling her body down by her hips to get her closer to his mouth. Reegan closed her eyes and slid her hand down to her clit. She started rubbing gently at first, circling the swollen button. Then gradually getting faster, raping her clit as her brother rimmed her deeper. Josh slid 2 fingers inside his sister, pumping them in and out while she fucked herself. She began bucking her hips wildly, riding his face and their fingers. Her moans became squeals as she rubbed harder, her body beginning to shake. "Oh Josh! Josh! Mmmm make me cum!," she begged. Josh responded by pulling his tongue out of his sister's ass. He began kissing her asshole, sucking it as he fingered her harder. Her body sliding up and down on the plush carpet underneath them. Reegan's eyes rolled up into her head, her body began shaking harder, her breaths became pants as she neared her climax. "Oh god Josh!! I'm cumming!!," she yelled, flooding her brother's face with her sticky sweet cum. He kept pumping her, letting her ride it out. After a few minutes, she calmed down, pulling her hand from in between her legs. Josh stopped rimming her and withdrew his fingers from their hiding place inside his sister. He took them to his mouth, hungrily sucking her sticky sweet nectar. Reegan watched him, knowing he was enjoying her taste. "Have you ever had a blowjob?," she asked. "No," answered Josh. "Lay down and I'll show you what you've been missing," giggled Reegan. Josh obeyed his older sister, lying back on the floor. She wasted no time taking his massive rod into her warm mouth, tightly gripping the tip with her perfect lips. "Oh my god," moaned Josh, reaching down to grab Reegan's hair. He gently tugged each time she would come back up. She seemed to be an expert at this, he thought to himself. He watched her head bob up and down, watching his cock disappear inch by inch into his sister's mouth. He spread his legs as she reached down and began rubbing his balls while she sucked his cock, gradually picking up the pace until he was fucking her mouth. Faster and faster she slid her warm mouth up and down his cock. Her tongue massaging the veins that bulged from either side. He bucked his hips, pulling her hair tighter. "Oh shit Reegan, I'm gonna cum!," he yelled, "Oh oh oh goddddddd!! oh fuck Reegan, yeah fuck me baby, oh fuck yes!!!!" Thick ropes of his cum coated her mouth, sliding down her throat. She looked up at him with his cock in her mouth as he exploded. And this only made him cum harder. After sucking every drop from her brother, Reegan opened her mouth. Josh's cum was in a large, thick pool on his sister's tongue. This drove him crazy knowing she was about to swallow his seed. And with a quick gulp and a smile, she did just that. "Oh shit!," she said, jumping up, "Everyone's gonna be here in a few minutes, I need to get dressed!" She helped her brother up off the floor as they shared another passion soaked kiss. They were interrupted by the doorbell. "I'll get it, you get dressed," said Josh smiling. "Thanks sweety," she said, opening her closet doors. Touch Me Ch. 01 Blue. That's how every looks right now. How everything feels. I suppose it's not fair of me. I suppose I should be a bit more supportive, but it's hard to. Tears sting my cheeks and I wrap my hand around my coffee mug, pressing my fingers into the scalding ceramic. I bite my lower lip to keep it from trembling. I'm a mess. She rushes into the kitchen, her work shirt half buttoned. Her world seems like chaos to my sluggish wave hello. My eyes follow her with the hope of my heart and my mind scolds me harshly. A tooth brush dangles from her mouth, papers materialize into her hands. She's going to be late for a business meeting, no doubt my fault since we were up all night arguing. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ "Don't take it so personally, Zoey." She said to me, pulling on her pajama pants. "I understand the concept. I really do, but what is it that you expect me to do for this length of time that you are doing your "soul searching?" "We can still hang out and do things that couple's do." "Right, everything but sex." I threw the covers off of me, needing to move. "How can you be so selfish?" She took a step back and turned away from me. "Selfish? Really? You want an entire year of celibacy. Because you want to soul search. You're not giving up meat or drinking or time with friends or anything else that normal people give up for soul searching. Alex. You're giving up intimacy with me." A spark of triumph lit up inside me as she considered my comment. When she didn't say anything, I felt my stomach turn to stone and drop to my feet. "Alex." I said desperately. "Zoey." She responded calmly, her resolve built back up. "I wanted you to understand, but apparently you won't." "No I do. I do understand." I frantically waded around in a pool of rationality searching for some ideal to grasp onto. "Just. What do you expect me to do. What should I do for an entire year. While we lay next to each other at night. How do I diffuse passionate moments. How do I not act on my desire. I am always going to want you." My mouth remained open but words stopped pouring out. The sentences, the things I wanted to say were still there, but they just stopped becoming audible. "You could masturbate." I felt nauseous. "What?" "You could-" "No. I heard you." Slowly I sank to the edge of the bed. "Really? We've been together for three years. In that time I haven't touched myself, except for during sex. I've saved all of me for you. I can't do that." "Yes you can. And maybe this will be good for you." "How is this good for either of us. It won't be the same. I know you need to soul search. I know we will still be together. Can't you..." "I want a year." She spoke, answering my silent question. "Is it something I did? Am I bad in bed now, has it gotten stale?" "No, Zoey. We are not all sex you know. It has nothing to do with you. I've made up my mind. I really want your support but I can't force it out of you. I truly think this will be good for us." "Will you still at least kiss me?" "Yes." She crossed the room and placed her hands on my cheeks. Her lips pressed firm against mine. I felt like a computer booting up, slowly all of me started to come alive. I knew she felt the sparks too. 'So it starts tonight.' ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ My mind decides I no longer am allowed to focus on last night. "Hey babe." My words come out as a question. "Hey hon," she answers, she hugs me to her. "You smell good," I say pushing my face into her shoulder, "did you shower?" Water drips from her hair onto her shirt I already know the answer. "Yes." She responds in a isn't-that-obvious tone. "How come you didn't take me with you." "You were sleeping. I didn't want to wake you." My eyes narrow and she adds, "I also didn't want to tempt you." "See! See, this is what I mean! You're already pulling away." She removes herself from my lap. "No. Eventually we might be able to shower together again, but right now I want to make my intentions clear." I withdraw into my coffee and let her finish getting ready for work. She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before she leaves. I try hard not to resent it. It's a Saturday, and work shouldn't even be a thing, but she had to go into the office to check in on a couple projects. That left me with several hours before I had to get ready for a dinner event with her. 'It's just sex.' I continuously repeat internally as I make my way back to the bedroom. 'There are other ways that we can be intimate and show love. "An entire year!" I breathe out, standing before the mirror. I remove my robe and observe my naked body. My fingers run over the soft skin that smoothes over lightly toned abs. My eyes take in slender arms, curved hips, long shapely thighs and calves. I turn to the side and gaze at my breasts, perky but still too large to fit into most of the lingerie at adult stores. Lastly, I trail my fingers over the dip in the small of my back and continue along the curve of my ass. For the most part I work hard to look nice for Alex. I was used to laying naked in bed and when she'd walk in, she'd see me and run her hands over my body. I'd remove her clothes, kiss her softly, tell her I wanted her and she'd lay me back and we would spend an entire afternoon ravishing each other. Now she expected me to touch myself. At the foot of our bed lay a chest. We'd spent the years accumulating different toys and such. What did all of this mean now. Just a box full of vibrators and strap ons? I lift a piece we bought a couple weeks ago. Velvety, intriguing, but once on moves like a power tool. I put it back with a sigh. The majority of lubes we have are flavored. Several massage candles are left unburned. Handcuffs, blindfolds, things for tickling, things for pinching. We were going to search each other's bodies for the things that made our soul. Various magazines and books tucked away in the corners of the box peek up at me. We looked at those together too. Disappointed and slightly turned on, I shut the box. I grab my comb off the nightstand on my side of the bed and drag it through my tangle of strawberry blonde hair. I try really hard not to think of her, and of the things that we've done together. But they keep popping up. Images of Alex naked, a vibrator between her legs, her back arched, my head buried in her chest, begging her to come. Or the time we were at a baseball game way up in the nosebleeds, and she fingered me. I came loudly just as our team scored a home run. My hand rests above my inner thigh. My breath is heavy and fast. I'm so conflicted, and so wet. Alex's suggestion echoes in my head and I fight the urge to comply. My body's already decided for me though. I'm too turned on. I inch myself up further on the bed and part my thighs. My clit throbs, but I'm hesitant to just rub one off. I prop myself up on one elbow and slide two fingers over my lips. I've grown so wet that it's begun to coat the outside of me. After exploring my lower half, rubbing my inner thighs, tugging at my lips, tracing the opening of my womanhood, I slip my finger over my clit. My whole body shakes. I savor the feeling as each stroke shoots fire through my being. Every nerve is alert. I try to relax my muscles against the building tension. I lay back against the pillows and continue sliding my finger over my clit. Slowly I bring my other hand up to play with my breasts, squeezing hard and flicking at my nipples. My heavy breathing gives way to moaning and I work myself harder. My hips roll and my legs start to tremble. Firm, steady strokes feel wonderfully sharp as I start to orgasm. I come hard, spasming. It feels so good and I lay there letting myself drift down. I shower, dress, and sprawl myself out on the bed with my laptop in front of me. I check the usual: emails, social sites, news. Lastly I check job listings. Three months ago the surveying company I worked for went under, so now I'm looking for anything with a steady paycheck. I scroll through various job listings, rejecting and considering different positions. I scan through the bullets of necessary skills and qualifications. 'Waitressing. I could do that.' Still I hit next button and continue to look around. Just as I'm about to give up, the page refreshes and twelve new job listings appear. Five down from the top the words "new lesbian sex shop" catch my eye. Apprehensive, but giddy, I click the link. A little giggle escapes. I feel bad for the minuscule amount of consideration I'm giving to this opening. [Violet Lace is a new adult store, specifically catering to the lesbian community. We are looking hire several part time staff. Our basic skills require that you have: exceptional customer service; able to work register, the ability to lift thirty-five pounds, reliable transportation. Other preferred skills and needs may develop throughout employment. Overtime may be required. Pay is 12/hr. If interested please print application from our site, attach a resume, and call to set up an interview appointment.] I grab my cell phone, debating whether or not to make the call. A job is a job right? Several other job postings flash through my mind, bartending, bookkeeping, waitressing again. All of those much more innocent. Much more forgiving. Alex would never approve of this. It's not like she didn't enjoy occasionally hitting up a well reviewed sex shop for things to add to the bedroom, but me working in one might be pushing it. Especially after last night. The phone rings in my hand, causing me to jump. I check the caller id, and any desire to screen disappears. "Hey Rach!" "Hi Zo!" The bubbly voice on the other end replies. "What's up?" I ask, pushing my laptop away and turning onto my back. "Not much, was just wondering if you were still up for the bar tonight?" "Oh!" I say smacking my hand to my forehead. "I totally forgot. I'm doing some dinner-thing with Alex. I can't make it." "Oh." Her voice, still bubbly, was noticeably disappointed. "Well, would you be up for an outing right now?" My eyes flicker over to the clock on the nightstand. "What did you have in mind?" "I don't know, milkshakes or smoothies, gossip of course. The usual." I picture her sitting in her computer chair at home, feet tucked underneath her, spinning as she plays with a strand of hair. "Sounds good. Meet you in thirty?" "Yeah." I can hear the smile in her voice. I slurp down a strawberry-banana smoothie and watch as she finishes a text. "So how is Daniel, anyways?" Daniel is her boyfriend of almost seven years. High school sweethearts kind of thing. Her green eyes sweep over me. "He's good. How's Alex." "She's good," I say with a sigh. "Hah! That means things are most absolutely not good! What's up?" I blow another puff of air out, running my fingers through my hair. "She's decided she wants to take a year of celibacy." "Oh no!" Rachel's eyes widen before she giggles. "That't not good. Especially for you!" I glare playfully at her, "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing. Just that you're Ms has-a-high-sex-drive. That's all." I smile and drain another straw-full of smoothie. "I suppose. Still, this really sucks. I'm not sure what this means for us." "I don't know. You guys aren't breaking up right?" "No. No. Not that I know of. I mean she still wants to be a couple, but she doesn't want to have sex anymore." "I see. Well then I see nothing to worry about, other than your suffering libido. Has she made any plans or shown any concern for you with that?" I lean forward, speaking in a hurried whisper, "she said I could masturbate!" I back away, waiting for her to be shocked and just as disappointed. "No, really?" She says unamused. "Rach! Can you be on my side here?" "I am." She defends. "Just. You know, on behalf of the rest of the world I say: Welcome to the club!" "The rest of the world!" I throw her comment back at her. "Yes. I'm sure that when you were single you used to touch yourself; and considering you two aren't discussing, or practicing, an open relationship for the time being in order to take care of your needs, you'll have to adapt and touch yourself like a normal human being." "Normal? You are aware that years ago, and by some people today, it's considered wrong and completely immoral?" "Yes. So say the people who are pioneering failed relationships. If you ask me, claiming that it's wrong to touch yourself is just making excuses geared towards justifying being unfaithful." She brushes a strand of reddish brown hair from her face and retreats into her smoothie, giving me time to formulate a response. Words escape me and I stare blankly at her. It's strange how she can be completely on my side, yet defending Alex's right to this celibacy bull-crap. All I want is a little recognition on how difficult this is going to be for me. After a while Rachel sighs. I smile at her and rack my brain for something to talk about. "I've been looking into different jobs." I say, finally. "Oh?" She perks back up. "Yeah." I play with the straw. "Yeah. I think I found something I'm interested in." "That's great! What is it?" "Well, there's this store. It's a lesbian run store." "Wow that's so awesome? Where is it?" "Not too far from the apartment. I could walk but I'll probably drive." "That's nice. What kind of store? Clothing?" I fight hard to keep from turning red. "Um. It's an adult store." It takes her a moment, but soon her face blossoms with the realization. My face is as red as the strawberries in my smoothie. "Oh! No way! You're gonna work in a sex shop?" I can hear the excitement in her voice, but it does little to soothe my nerves. "Y-yeah. I'm thinking about applying there." "You should. That would be awesome. I'm totally getting discounts!" "I don't know yet. And what do you mean, discounts? It's a lesbian sex shop." She smirks, "puh-leaze! I can find as many uses for a strap on or vibrator as you." "True. I just. I don't know. I don't feel like I'm adventurous enough to work in one." She snorts with laughter. "You? Not adventurous enough to work in one? I've seen your toy box. I know you. You'd be perfect in one." "Gee thanks." I say flatly. "Hey, what do you want from me? You want to be cool enough to work in one? Or you want to be weird?" "I don't know. I-I just need something. I want to work there," I say truthfully. "But I don't think Alex will let me." "I'm sure Alex will be fine with it." I retrace our conversation. "Hey, wait a minute. I'm plenty cool enough to work in one." She smiles at me. "So do it then. Send in your application. This could be really good for you. You get to be surrounded by interesting things and people. It will help take your mind off of Alex while she takes care of herself." 'It could also make it so much worse.' "Surrounded by sex. Aren't I just asking for trouble at that point?" "I don't think so. I think you will be fine." "Probably. I think I'm going to apply." "Do it. You really should give this a shot." "Right, but it's just an application. What if they don't hire me?" "Oh my gosh, they will!" She says exasperatedly. "Come on, let's go." "Where are we going?" "Shopping." She says with a knowing look, and I can't help feeling like I've just gotten myself into something terrible. She has me by the wrist and drags me through various levels of the mall until we are standing out front of a lingerie store. She pushes me in by the small of my back and at once several sales associates offer to measure my bust. "No thanks," I say politely declining. I notice, almost enviously, that they don't offer to measure Rachel's smaller chest. "What are we here for?" "For you." "Kay, a little less cryptic Rach." "A power bra. And a little something extra." "What do you mean power bra?" "You know. Sexy lingerie. That idea that you'll feel empowered if you're sporting something racy and lacy underneath." She holds my gaze as she picks up a black lace bra off of an end rack and pushes it into my arms. "Go try this on." I turn on my heels and make my way to the dressing room. It's in the back of the store, and I try hard not to let my eyes wander, but there are so many cute items. I stop before a mannequin displaying a black and pink bra. It's soft and sexy. Alex would definitely want to tear this off of me. I grab my size and continue to the dressing room. After several minutes of fidgeting with cloth and clasps I manage to get the lace one on. A knock on the door startles me. "Yes?" "It's just me, hon. You doing ok in there?" "Uh. Yeah I guess." "Alright." A few moments pass in silence, so again it startles me when she speaks. "So here's where it gets adventurous." A chill runs down my spine. "What do you mean, adventurous?" "Start touching yourself!" She commands. "What? In here? You're kidding, Rachel, I can't do that." I race to put my clothes on. "Yes, you can. And I'm not letting you out of this dressing stall until you have an orgasm." "No. That's not happening." "Yes it is. If you don't want to be late for Alex's dinner thing." I run a hand down my face. "So what, you're just going to stand there and listen." "Uh-huh." "Then hell no, I can't do that with you standing outside. Besides how will you know I actually had one?" "Are you saying I need to come in there?" "You better stay outside. Seriously though. You're my best friend. I can't do that kind of thing with you listening. It's weird." "I'm helping you. It's what friends do." "Apparently weird ones." I say somewhat annoyed. "Zoey. Unzip your pants and start touching yourself now." "Rach-" "Now!" "I'm not even turned on." "You will be." I roll my eyes and unzip my pants, pushing them down around my thighs. My shirt didn't make it back on, so in my opinion I look a little silly with my bra straps falling around my arms, my hands in my panties, and my jeans restricting my movements. It takes a while of stroking and thinking of naughty things, but finally I start to become wet and my clit hardens against my fingertips. I've just let out a moan when the door of the next fitting room stall slams shut. I gasp, but keep going. All of the traffic in and out of the back of the store makes me too self-conscious to keep going, but now I'm so turned on I'd be frustrated if I stopped. My fingers keep slipping over my wetness and I press my back hard into the cold wall. Something like Alex would do. Suddenly warmth radiates in this small space, and its like she's here. She bites the curve of my neck hard, then trails her tongue around the marks. Her hand slips over my breast and squeezes before flicking roughly at firm, pink nipples. I coat her hand with my juices as she slips a finger inside, then another. She feels so good. "Fuck," I breath out as her fingers slide over my clit again, stroking fast. "Oh." I suck my bottom lip in, between my teeth. "Mm. Yes." "Come on baby. I feel you getting close." She kisses me hard. "I want you to come." I moan loudly. "Unh. Alex. Fuck me." She smirks into my shoulder and slams her fingers in again. "Alex." "Come baby. I feel you getting tighter, I feel that sweet little clit throbbing against my palm. Come and I promise to eat your pussy until you scream tonight." "OH, God, Alex. Yes. Please finger me harder." My knees give out and I can feel myself sinking to the ground. In a wonderful combination of hard and fast, my orgasm explodes and my chest heaves in and out as I try to catch my breath. Slowly, the realization of where I am-and what I've just done-creeps back into my mind. I resist the urge to keep my eyes shut and huddle here for eternity. Several moments pass and I suppress the panic and redress myself. Intentional or not, the fitting area is silent. I softly unlock the door and crack it open. My eyes flicker around the small space outside the door before I peek my head out. Touch Me Ch. 01 Rachel is nowhere to be seen. Inch by inch I move out of the fitting room stall and into the narrow hallway. The mirror at the far end reflects the crappy job I've done at straightening up, so I take a moment to smooth things out. Bubbly loud banter coming from the center of the store catches my attention. Whatever is going on has kept people from the back of the store, away from me. I crane my neck to look over the shoulder of one of the customers. In the center of this human circle is Rachel. It's as if she senses my presence and her eyes flicker up at me. When she sees me her lips curve up into a smile, and I find myself a mixture of impressed and grateful. She's showing off another piece of lingerie. She used an employee so that the customer wasn't uncomfortable, but the piece is for a gorgeous young lady preparing for her wedding night. She's gathered everyone in the store for their opinion and approval. Amused momentarily, I wonder why she isn't applying for the position that she's encouraging me to go for. She'd be great at it. Once the store has agreed on a very lacy, white chemise with a pink trim, Rachel is relieved of her fashion assistant duties, and my items are paid for, we leave the shop. "Have fun?" She asks nudging me softly in the ribs. "I guess." "Oh, come on, Zoey. Lighten up. You came right? Now tell me honestly, how was it?" I roll my eyes and search for the words. "Exhilarating." I say finally, exhaling. "It was amazing. I can't believe you made me do that." She giggles. "See, I knew it would be good for you. I knew you could take care of yourself! So are you ready? Go apply for that job!" "Alright, alright. I'll send in an application." As soon as I get home I make the phone call. I've got an interview tomorrow at ten in the morning with the store co-owner and manager, Amy. I spend the last couple hours before Alex gets home getting ready and watching tv. As the evening turns to night I grow bored and begin to solely watch the clock. At seven fifteen I turn off the news that was just starting and begin to shed my clothes all the way to the room. I pull my stockings off as I get to the bed and collapse on top of it. It's normal for dinner plans to get cancelled in favor of drinks. It's not normal for me to not get a text signifying so. I plug my phone in and burry my face into her pillow. Had she told me I could have made other plans with my evening. After a few moments of sulking I decide to rummage through the toy box again. I pull out a stack of DVDs and turn on the television across from the bed. I push a disc labeled "Butch Love 2" into the player and sit back on the bed. Several loading screens later two very attractive women appear on screen making out. One has very short spiky hair, and the other has ear length black hair with teal streaks. The woman with spiky hair pushes her fingers through the other woman's hair while lowering her onto her back. Slowly they take off each other's shirts and the woman with the teal streaks wraps her legs around the other's hips. Their pelvis' grind against each other. The one with the teal hair wears a plain black bra, jean shorts, white socks that go up to her calves and ankle-high combat boots. The one on top has on a dark gray sports bra, faded jeans held around her hips by a brown leather belt, and some kind of sneakers. She kicks her shoes off and pulls the woman underneath her up. Without removing my eyes from the screen I reach around the box for a vibrator. The women begin to moan as I turn on the loud, purple, device. The woman underneath is helping to push her shorts and underwear down over her boots. The woman on top undoes her jeans and reveals that she's packing. She leaves her pants on, but pulls the strap on out through the space in her zipper. I push the tip of the purple, silicone vibrator against my clit and the vibrations shoot throughout my body. The woman on screen are fucking. The one on top is ruthless and pounds into her hard. The girl with the teal hair wraps her arms around the shoulders and neck of the one on top. As they reach their orgasm I too hit mine. I pause the dvd, toss my toy to the side and begin to clean up. I shower dress in a robe, thumb through magazines and just wait for Alex to get home. I've had three orgasms today. All with out Alex. None left me feeling bad. Instead I felt good. Almost like I was strengthening our relationship on my side of things. 'I don't know,' I think to myself as I turn off the light on the night stand, 'maybe this is ok. Maybe I can touch myself.' Touch Me Ch. 02 Josh ran down the stairs to greet his sister's friends. "Oh hey Joshy!" they all squealed in unison. "Hey," said Josh, rolling his eyes. "Reegan's getting dressed, she'll be down shortly," he said, walking away and leaving them in the living room. People started pouring in pretty quickly over the next 30 minutes or so, filling the 2 story house to capacity. The night wore on as Josh and Reegan would exchange glances across the crowded room. She looks so hot, he thought to himself. Her hair was put up in a bun with little ringlets of brown curly hair falling down her neck. She wore a hip hugging, strapless red dress that barely covered her thighs. And her tits were beautiful all snug behind the red material. His cock throbbed just looking at her. Some of the guests had become rowdy when someone finally piped up and suggested a game of football in the backyard. Josh had no interest in sports, well not playing them, that is. So he opted to go up to his room and play his own music and daydream about what had happened between he and Reegan earlier. He took his cock out from his jeans and began stroking it. Thoughts of Reegan's asshole jumped into his mind again and he began stroking faster. Downstairs, Reegan was in the middle of being referee between her 2 best friends. They had begun arguing when they both realized they were dating the same guy. Well naturally women won't get angry at the guy, just at each other. The 2 became physical and Reegan tried to intercede when one of them spilled their drink on her. "Fuck!" she yelled, "This is a brand new dress you bitch!" The girls didn't stop fighting to even acknowledge Reegan. She ran upstairs to the bathroom, trying to get the stain out before it set. Josh heard someone running up the stairs but wasn't sure who it was until he peeked out of his bedroom door. "Reegan?," he asked. "Yeah it's me," she answered angrily. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, that bitch Amy spilled her drink on my dress and now I don't know if I can get it out," she answered, patting a wet washcloth on the stain. Josh watched her in the mirror. The huge wet spot was right over her left tit, causing her nipple to become rock hard. "Well if you're just gonna stand there watching you might as well come in and shut the door," she said, looking at Josh in the mirror. Josh didn't hesitate. Not only did he shut the door but he quietly locked it as well. "Damn," she said, "I'm gonna have to change, will you get my zipper?" Josh again came up behind his sister. Again his warm breath on her bare shoulders sent chills down her spine. His hands trembled as he slid the zipper down her back. She turned around to face him. "Thanks," she said, kissing him on the cheek. She walked towards the door, reaching for the doorknob when Josh grabbed her. He turned her around again and kissed her hard. The force sending her against the bathroom wall. As their tongues danced, Josh reached down and slid Reegan's dress up over her hips. With his other hand he unzipped his jeans. He quickly slid down her body to his knees, reaching up and slidng her lace panties aside. He drove his tongue inside her slit quickly, flicking her clit. She moaned as she reached down, grabbing handfuls of his hair. After a few minutes of licking his sister's pussy again, Josh stood up. He leaned in to kiss her again, smearing her juices all over their mouths. He picked up, still mounted against the wall and placed the tip of his cock inside her. Reegan responded by wrapping her legs around Josh's hips, pulling him into her closely. The force of his body held her in place as he grabbed her hips, sliding her tight pussy down on his cock. He began fucking his sister almost with force, making her body slam against the wall with every thrust. Her long nails dug into his shoulders causing him to yell out once in awhile. "Oh god Reegan, you feel so good," he moaned, continuing to pump her. They kissed as they fucked, the harder the thrusts, the harder the kiss until finally Josh could hold out no longer. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna fill you up Reegan!" he moaned, pumping her faster and harder. Within seconds he exploded inside his sister, coating her insides with his thick warm cum. He kept her against the wall as the last of his load emptied inside her, still pumping, slowly, yet firmly. She slid down, trying to stand on her wobbly legs. They kissed again before she turned to reach for the door again. And again, Josh grabbed her. Still behind her, he walked her over to the sink, raising her dress again over her hips. "Josh, I can't, I have guests downstairs," Reegan whispered. "This won't take long sis, you can't leave yet," said Josh. He began kissing the back of her neck, slowly sliding his tongue down her back, stopping at the crumpled fabric of her dress wrapped around her hips. Her tits were beautiful hanging between her arms as they rested on the sink, Josh thought to himself. "Watch yourself in the mirror," said Josh. Again he went to his knees, this time wasting not a second licking her asshole again. His warm hands spread her ass cheeks apart, massaging them as he rimmed her. Her moans echoed off the bathroom walls. Josh knew his sister was enjoying this. After a few minutes, he stood up again. They looked at each other in the mirror as Josh came closer to her. She could feel his cock pressing into her ass and she knew what he wanted. She leaned over a bit and poked her ass out as if to say "Fuck me now Josh." He responded by sliding the tip of his massive cock into his sister's puckered asshole. She moaned and tensed, tightening around his cock tip. He gently grabbed her hips and guided her back against him. Inch by inch his cock disappeared into his sister's ass. They watched each other in the mirror as Josh began pumping. Slow at first, then rapidly picking up the pace. "You like my cock in your ass, don't you Reegan," he hissed. "Mmmm yes Josh, I do, I want you to fuck me in the ass everyday," she moaned. This drove him crazy and he began pumping harder, pushing Reegan's pelvis into the sink. He watched her close her eyes and lick her lips, obviously enjoying her brother's cock buried up her ass. Their bodies slammed together as she tightened her asshole around his cock, then released, then tightened, totally milking him. His grip on her hips became tighter as he dug his nails into her flesh. His balls slapped against her pussy, making his sac wet from her juices. "I've wanted your ass for so long Reegan and fuck! you are tight," Josh moaned, breathlessly, pumping even harder then before. Reegan reached down and began finger fucking her clit while her brother fucked her ass. "Mmmm yes Reegan, cum with me," he moaned. Soon their bodies were lost in total sexual abandon as they both neared climax. When Reegan began shaking again, Josh knew she was close. He pumped her harder, with more force, causing her to rub her clit harder. "Oh fuck Reegan, I'm gonna cum again!" he yelled, slamming his body and cock into her forcefully. "Ooh ooh ooooh!!!" yelled Reegan, "I'm cumming Josh, I'm cumming!!!" In perfect sync the brother and sister climaxed. Their cum mixing together like a fine wine as they moaned, riding their orgasms. Soon the moans were replaced with heavy breathing and panting as they tried to regain their composure. Josh slowly withdrew from his sister's ass and a small droplet of cum oozed out. They both tried to catch their breath as they stood there. "Now you can rejoin your guests sis," Josh said, smiling and zipping his pants back up. Reegan just smiled and kissed her brother before exiting the bathroom. By the time they had finished and Reegan changed dresses, the party goers had all left, leaving them with a mess to clean up. Somewhere between picking up beer cans and throwing away used cups, the brother and sister fell asleep. They were awakened by their father who had unexpectedly returned home a day earlier. "Wake up!" he yelled. The pair was startled from their slumber to find their father standing over them, glaring. "I won't ask what happened here, I can obviously see," he began, "You 2 clean up this mess and you're grounded." They both began giggling. It was worth the punishment, they had quite a party in the bathroom upstairs.