11 comments/ 172919 views/ 40 favorites Handy Blanket By: amyss Sometimes I like to make a bet with guys I meet, ask them which of us has been naked with a chick for the longest time. See, I'm not exactly suave, maybe kind of gangly, and I don't look like I score with the ladies too often. I like to make this bet with guys who think they're cool, with their hair slicked back or whatever. What they don't know is that I have a fraternal twin sister, Janie, so our naked bodies were pressed up against each other in the womb for nine months solid. It used to feel weird to make a sex joke about Janie, but I'm used to it by now. Plus, I always win the bet. One of the reasons I don't look like I score too often is that I don't. I've made it all the way to my senior year in high school, and my only girlfriends haven't progressed much beyond platonic. This has been moderately discouraging. People say college women appreciate intelligence more, so maybe I'll prove this true next year. Janie and I just turned 18 a couple of months ago, and our parents chose this occasion to move us into the basement. We've been asking them to let us move down there for years, and they finally agreed. It was a ton of work to get everything cleaned up and moved around, but now it's a pretty nice set up. We each have our own room, there's a shared bathroom, and then we have another whole area, the main room of the basement, where we have a TV and stuff. We spend a lot of our time in the main room. Sometimes one of us gets annoyed by the other one for a while and we go in our own rooms, but we usually get along OK for a brother and sister. It's nice not to be upstairs by our parents' room, so we can play music or make noise after they go to bed. The nice thing about the basement is that our parents hardly ever go down there, except to do the laundry or get something out of storage. Sometimes we have to clean it up really good when a people come over to the house or something, but usually we're pretty much on our own. Mom and Dad go downstairs to watch TV sometimes too--this is the only TV in our house. Mom and Dad are incredibly weird because they hardly ever watch TV, and Janie and I had to beg them to get a TV for the basement. Since there's just the one TV, we occasionally have minor flare-ups about what to watch. We're twins, but our taste in TV is very different. Sometimes there's fallout from these disagreements. Like yesterday Janie had a couple of girlfriends over and they were yammering about stuff like they always do, and her friends were going on and on about some show they were watching, and how this guy was so cute. Janie had to tell them that she didn't see it, and they gave her a hard time about it. So after dinner last night, I went down to the basement to watch Monday Night Football, as I did every Monday during football season. Janie knows this, and she usually lets me watch the game. I turned on the tube and started to get comfortable to watch the pre-game show. I flopped on the floor with the remote and some Oreos. Pretty soon Janie came down, and I sort of expected her to either go in her room or sit on the couch and watch the game with me. She knows a lot about football for a girl, and I think she doesn't mind watching. But instead, she grabbed the remote from the floor, sat on the couch behind me, and changed the channel to some chick flick. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she thought I'd been hogging the TV a lot lately and that it should be her turn for a change. She put the remote behind her on the couch and sat there watching the beginning of the movie. On the screen, a hot chick was bumbling around her apartment in her underwear, getting ready for work or something. I might have wanted to see more of this movie if it hadn't been going on at the same time as the game. I see it this way: The game is happening right now, live. This exact game will never be on TV ever again, and football is a part of the American tradition. The chick flick will be on TV a million times, and if that's not enough, any idiot can go down to the video store and rent it anytime they want. I tried to explain this to Janie. I said we could record the movie and she could watch it later whenever she wanted. But she said she had to watch it that night because her friends would be watching it and she wanted to be able to talk about it at school the next day. She even had the gall to suggest that we record the football game to watch later! You can't watch a football game days later when you already know who won and what happened and what the score was. She is really a mental case sometimes. Time was counting down, and talking wasn't getting me anywhere. I walked up next to Janie and stuck my hand behind her back really fast. I got the remote. She let out a loud squeal as I changed the TV back to the game. I guess Mom must have heard her, because Mom yelled down at us to make sure we were getting along OK. We both yelled back and said we were fine. Mom micromanages us far too much. She'll come downstairs to check on us whenever she feels like it, and she usually finds some urgent undone chore. We've learned that it's best to keep Mom upstairs as much as we can. I sat back down on the floor and held the remote in my right hand. The game hadn't started yet, but the kickoff would be in just a couple of minutes. I used my left hand to eat an Oreo. While I still had Oreo crumbs all over my mouth, Janie snuck up behind me, stomped on my right wrist with her bare foot, and grabbed the dang remote again. This time I immediately grabbed it back out of her hand. I am stronger than she is, and she knows it. I can always pry her fingers away from something if I need to. I put the remote in my right hand again, but this time I held it with a tight grip so she couldn't get it back. I was sitting on the floor with my hand up over my head, and she was pulling at my fingers trying to get them loose, but they weren't budging. She grunted and pouted, but it looked like she was ready to give up. I celebrated with another Oreo. Instead, she went right up to the TV and started pressing the channel change button on the set. There's no number pad on the TV, so you have to scroll through the channels and it takes a while. I asked her what the hell she thought she was doing, but she didn't answer, and then her movie was back on, and there was the hot chick in her apartment. This time we could just see her from the waist up, and she was putting on makeup in front of a mirror, still in just a bra. Janie saw what was on the screen and told me I should like this movie. I don't like to turn away from really nice tits, and maybe I did watch for a second or two, but I know what kind of movies Janie watches, and they are generally pieces of crap. I switched back to the game, and I slid down the floor and put my right foot up against the TV set so that it covered up the channel changing buttons. There was no way Janie could interrupt again. That little turd breath lifted up the bottom of my tee-shirt and started to tickle my sides and stomach. She knows I am incredibly ticklish, and she knows we have an uncle who tickles me to embarrass the hell out of me. She had never tried it before, but I guess she was desperate. I had to curl up and put my hands over my stomach to keep her away from me. Even as I was doing this I knew I was moving my foot away from the TV, but I kept a firm grip on the remote. As soon as I moved my foot, she held her big toe on the channel-up button on the TV set and found her movie again after a few clicks. But she kept tickling me while she was doing this, and I wasn't able to get control of myself enough to switch back to the game. People think tickling is so cute. You tickle a kid and he laughs, and you think the kid is happy. But when people tickle you just to get you to do something, or to screw with you, it just sucks. It's so stupid because you're all laughing and smiling on the outside, but on the inside you're just ticked off. So she was still tickling me and I was squirming around on the floor, and I was aware that the hot chick in the bra was back. And I don't know whether it was the tickling, or the chick in the bra, or what, but I could start to feel my cock getting hard. It does have a mind of its own, and it sometimes gets hard at the wrong times. I knew I needed to do something about it, but I was still twisting around from being tickled, and I just couldn't figure out what to do. It occurred to me that I might be OK since I was wearing kind of baggy basketball shorts that left plenty of room for expansion. I was just beginning to feel that the situation was under control when Janie's arm brushed up my shorts, and she must have felt that I had a hard-on. She immediately stopped tickling me and just sat there and looked at me. I could see her eyes darting back and forth between my crotch and my eyes. She didn't say anything, but she looked like she was freaked out. I'm sure Janie is still a virgin, because I've never seen her going out with the same guy more than about twice. But I don't know if she'd had any experience with cocks. Certainly none with mine. Outside the womb, that is. So I was lying there on my back, recovering from an inhumane tickle attack, with my shirt all messed up and my bellybutton showing and my dick hard. And my sister sitting there staring at me. The only thing that happened for the next few seconds was on the TV, as I couldn't help but notice the hot chick fidgeting around trying to put on a dress. This didn't help to soften my dick at all. Finally, Janie told me that I have a really big cock. I said I was sorry and that it wasn't always that big. She was quiet for a while longer, and then she asked whether she was the one who made it hard. I said I wasn't sure, that it sometimes gets hard by itself when there's no good reason. Then she asked me if I liked it when it was hard. I wasn't sure how to answer, because I didn't want her to think I was hard because of her. So I said it sometimes feels nice when it's hard. I pulled my shirt back down, and she suddenly asked me if she could see it. At first I freaked out and told her not only no, but hell no. Then she said if I showed it to her, she would let me watch the game and wouldn't bother me about the TV all night. This seemed like too good of a deal to pass up, so I said I would. She smiled and sat up when I agreed. I didn't get up off the floor or anything. I just grabbed the elastic at the front of my shorts and boxers, yanked them down and then back up in a fraction of a second. She groaned that I didn't give her enough of a view, but I told her she should learn her lesson and be more specific next time. But she said the deal was off, and that she hoped I enjoyed her movie. She had all the cards, and I had no choice but to concede. I pulled my waistband down again and held it down while she looked me over. I'd never had the feeling of someone staring at my dick, and I have to admit that I liked it, even if it was just Janie. She made a few comments while she was seeing the sights, about how there was some hair here and there, and how the balls were a lot bigger than she expected. She kept moving around to look at my cock and balls from different angles. The whole thing was making me horny, even though I couldn't figure out why. Right about then I decided the show was over and I pulled my pants back up and arranged my hard-on to make it less obvious. She complained when I did this, but I'd lived up to my end of the bargain. I hopped up on the couch with the remote and changed back to the football game. I had missed the first couple of minutes, but there was still no score. She got up on the couch next to me and kept looking at my cock through my shorts, which made me feel weird. My hard-on wasn't going down at all. The football game wasn't cooling it off. We watched the game for a few more minutes, but I could tell that she wasn't really focusing on football, and I have to say that I wasn't focusing as much as usual either. Finally, I asked her why she was so wound up about my cock. She said she had never seen a real dick before, and that she didn't know why, but that she really liked seeing it. Maybe I shouldn't have asked, because it seemed like she wanted to talk more about the subject then. She wanted to know whether my cock was normal size, or if other guys had smaller ones. Then she asked about certain guys--other guys in some of our classes. It's not like I deliberately study other guys' cocks in the shower, but you can't help but see 'em sometimes. Still, I wasn't sure I should be blabbing about other cocks. It was a surreal conversation already, and if I hadn't been so damn horny I would definitely have cut short the conversation and tried to focus my energy on the game. But the horny side of my head realized that if I told Janie about the guys in school, she just might tell me about the chicks, and this was enough to get me to spill my guts. She'd mention a guy's name, and if the guy was in PE with me, I'd tell her what I remembered about his cock--long, short, fat, thin, hairy, cut, whatever. Later I even told her which two guys in school were hung longer than any other guys I'd seen. She was definitely hanging on my every word through this entire conversation. As casually as I could, I asked her how Carla looks. This made Janie laugh hysterically and hold her hand over her mouth. Carla is a girl in our class, and Janie knows I have a crush on her. Unfortunately, Carla isn't exactly in my league, so it's an unrequited crush and stands a low chance of ever being requited. In a seductive voice, Janie proceeded to describe Carla's body in detail. I already knew about her long amber hair and her finely toned legs, but Janie told me about those areas I didn't know about. She told me about Carla's tits, much larger than Janie's, with a tan line that suggested a certain amount of sunbathing. She told me about her nipples, deep pink and framed by areolas as big around as the lid of a can of soup. Janie used her own body as a visual aid, encircling her own breasts and touching her own nipples while she talked about Carla's. She told me the hair around Carla's pussy was trimmed but not totally shaved, and that she thought I would really enjoy seeing it someday. At first it was very weird be hearing stuff like this from my sister, knowing that her words were making my cock literally throb. Janie was describing someone else, but I was watching her, noticing the changes in the way her own nipples looked through the fabric of her top as her story continued. But by the time she finished the verbal picture of Carla naked, the feeling of weirdness began to subside. It's amazing how you can get used to something really weird. Or maybe it was because my cock was taking over more of my brain power. It was about then that Janie asked me if I ever jack off. She said it just that way, jack off, and it really surprised me that she would think about these things. I didn't answer at first, because it's not really something I like to advertise, but I felt so much like stroking my cock right then that I finally I told her that I do. She got wide-eyed and sucked in her breath at this, and then she had a bunch more questions. Where do I do it? When do I do it? How often? Have I ever done it while she was at home? Most of these questions had answers that surprised her, judging by her reactions. Then she asked how I jack off, and I told her that I usually just kind of slowly rub my dick with my hand, and after a while I cum. I could feel pre-cum beginning to ooze from my dick, and I ached to give it a tug or two for relief. We sat silently on the couch staring at the football game for a while, but I for one couldn't get jacking off out of my mind. I thought Janie was going to ask me something else, but instead, with her eyes fixed on the TV screen, she said she does too. I asked her what she does too, but even as I asked the question, I figured out what she was talking about. And she said, again without moving her head or eyes, that she masturbates. I was pretty surprised to hear this, but I don't know why. Everybody does it, right? In my surprise, I asked her a few of the same questions she asked me--Where? When? How often? And, How? She said she's been jacking off for a couple of years, and she's tried lots of techniques, but she mostly likes to take off all her clothes and gently touch around her clit until she has an orgasm. I noticed pre-cum showing through my shorts, and I picked my butt off the couch and rearranged my shorts to make it less obvious. After I thought about it more, I liked the idea that Janie was able to get a blast from an orgasm, kind of like I get. She had her legs pulled up tight against her chest, and I couldn't help looking at her crotch. I saw the tiniest bit of a damp spot through her thin shorts, and I smiled when I thought about my own pre-cum spot. She turned to look at me and caught me watching her pussy. The corners of her lips rose up a little and she asked if I wanted to see her naked. At that moment, there was nothing more that I wanted than to see her naked and to jack off to a mind-blowing orgasm while watching her do the same. But instead, I said I didn't think I should. She even coaxed me, saying that it would be OK since she'd already seen my dick. But I held my ground. She was my sister, after all. There are some things that brothers and sisters just shouldn't do. She was wiggling around on the couch, and I wondered if just that slight movement would be enough to give her an orgasm. Just the thought of this caused my body to start to move around, and the fabric of my boxers, saturated with pre-cum, started to slide along my hard-on just a bit. I think Janie saw my crotch gyrating, and she asked me if I would jack off while she watched. I thought this was a pretty bold question, and for a split second I again visualized myself entirely naked, my dick throbbing in my hand, Janie's eyes taking in the whole episode. And despite the fact that my cock was desperate to be relieved, I put that image out of my mind and asked Janie if she was completely nuts. I told her there was no way in hell that I would be jacking off in front of my sister, and that we should just change the subject because there was nothing she could say that would change my mind. I made my point, maybe a little more strongly than I wanted. There was still no score in the football game, but the Lions were beginning an offensive drive, and I thought I could focus on the game for a while. But when I turned back to look at Janie, I saw that she was still just wiggling on the couch, and now she had her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip with her teeth. I made a comment about a great 17-yard pass play, and I made a point to ask Janie what she thought of it. She at least opened her eyes and looked at the TV, but she didn't say anything and she kept moving around on the couch. After another couple of downs, she asked me if she could see my dick again. The thought gave my body a jolt of electricity, but again I shot her down. Although I knew I would have to go jack off later in my room, I was beginning to feel like she finally might just shut up and watch the game. I was wrong. She said if I didn't let her see my dick again, she would tickle me more and change the channel back to the movie. I told her she already agreed to let me watch the game, but she said she was making a new rule and I could take it or leave it. I have to admit that my cock was pulsing at the thought of giving her another show, and even though I thought it wasn't quite right, I figured there couldn't be any real harm either, since she'd already seen it once. I yanked my waistband down again, but she said that wasn't good enough. She wanted my pants and underwear off all the way. I asked her what would happen if Mom or Dad came down the stairs and saw me sitting there naked from the waist down with a raging hard-on and my sister sitting there looking at it. She said they would never come down, and even if they did, we would hear them in enough time to get me covered up. I had to admit that she was right on both counts. Handy Blanket I lifted up off my butt and dropped my drawers, tossing them in a pile on the floor. My dick was as hard as ever, and now it was glistening with pre-cum. I was on the end of the couch, and Janie jumped around and lay on the couch on her stomach, with her head right up next to my bare left thigh. She propped up her head on her forearms, so that her eyes were less than a foot away from my cock. My eyes were looking toward the TV, but I couldn't even begin to think about football. My right hand was on the armrest, but I had a hard time figuring out where to put my left hand, to keep it away from both Janie and my dick. I ended up putting it behind my head. Janie said she thought my dick looked darker purple than before, and shinier. She stayed on the couch for a minute or so and then sat right next to me on the couch, with her leg pressed right up against my leg. The warmth of her skin against mine made all kinds of new sensations run through my body. We watched the game in silence for a while, but I have no idea even what was going on. Before I knew what was happening, Janie reached over and put her hand on my dick. She rested it very lightly and kept it absolutely still. I probably should have jumped up off the couch and told her to keep her hands to herself, but my legs felt nearly numb. Somehow I maintained my composure and just asked Janie what she was doing. My voice cracked when I asked the question, and Janie giggled because she knew I liked her hand there. She said she wanted to see what a dick felt like. I found myself taking faster breaths, and I could feel my heart pounding through my chest. My hands were shaking just a little. Before, my head had been screaming with images of Janie and me jacking off while watching each other, but now her hand made me start to think about her jacking me off. Just the thought of this made my head fall backwards and I let out a soft moan. Just then I thought I felt her hand move on my dick. I lifted my head up again and watched her hand on my dick, but it didn't move, so I thought it was just my overactive imagination. But then I felt it again. This time I thought maybe my dick was throbbing so much that it was moving around on its own underneath her hand. But as I watched, I saw Janie's hand begin to slide back and forth along the shaft of my slippery cock. The sensations sent sparks throughout my entire body, and I moaned again, louder than before. The muscles in my butt began to flex in perfect time with Janie's strokes. I knew that I would be cumming any second, and I tried to fight the urge to let myself have an orgasm. The feeling was so intense that I wasn't sure I could do it, but I finally stood up, my stiff dick pointing at the ceiling and dripping wet. As I turned around to look at Janie, I saw that her legs were wide apart and her left hand was buried under the waistband of her shorts. The tiny wet spot in her crotch had grown to the size of an Oreo. I figured that she must have been working on herself with her left hand while she was working on me with her right hand. I told Janie that I agreed to let her see my cock again, but that was all, and that I didn't know what she thought she was doing. She said she wanted to see me cum, and that I had already told her I jack off all the time, and she even said I told her how I do it, all of which was true. I said this wasn't the kind of thing guys do with their sisters. She glanced at my cock, still aching for relief, and said it looked to her like I was having fun. Then she told me to sit back down next to her or else she would tickle me again. I knew I would be squirting in her hand after only a few more strokes, so I decided to call her bluff. I told her she couldn't boss me around and that I would do what I wanted. I stepped over and picked up my shorts and boxers and untangled them. I started to slip on my boxers, but just as I was standing on one leg to put them over my foot, she jumped off the couch and lunged into my back, throwing me off balance. I instinctively dropped the shorts and put my hands out in front of me, catching my fall. I rolled over and sat up, about ready to give Janie a couple of good wollops with a couch cushion, when she started tickling me again. I shrunk back and tried to keep her hands off me, but she seemed to find a way to get her fingers here or there and give me a good tweaking. Once in a while a hand or arm or leg would brush against my cock--I can't be sure, but I think some of this was intentional on her part--and kept it at full mast during the entire encounter. I finally grabbed one of her hands with each of my hands and we sat on the floor breathing heavily. I told her I wouldn't let her go until she agreed to leave me alone. She said she would, but only if I would keep my pants off for a while longer. Come on, she said, we're twins. We've been naked together for months at a time. This reminded me of my bet, and I smiled. I told her I would put them back on in five minutes, and that would be the end of our little game. She agreed. I let her hands go, and I went back up to the couch and sat down. I never had this much pre-cum when I jacked off, and there was a long line hanging down from the tip of my dick, which I cleaned up with my boxers. I wiped my cock dry too, but just doing that was enough stimulation to get another batch flowing. I looked up at the TV, and I saw Janie sitting on the floor right in front of it. As I watched, she wriggled out of her pants and then peeled off her shirt and tossed it on the floor. She was deliberately blocking my view of the TV, and she was now wearing only her bra and panties. I never really studied her tits before. I found myself mentally comparing her with the hot chick from the movie. Janie's were on the smallish side, but when she squeezed them between her arms, they pushed up against each other and made a really awesome line between them. As I was watching, she unhooked her bra and was suddenly topless. Janie's nipples were big for the size of her tits, and they were the lightest of pink against the pale white of her breasts. I could see where this was going. She wasted no time in slipping her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and sliding them off. She threw them at me, and I instinctively caught them in my hand. I could feel the heat and dampness on them. I don't know why, but I pulled them up to my nose and took a whiff, and when I did I moaned softly. Her scent was like nothing I had smelled before, but it was strangely familiar at the same time. Janie, now naked, began thrashing on the floor in front of me, and I could barely restrain myself from grabbing my exposed dick and furiously jacking off. I forced myself not to even touch my cock, because I knew that it would be impossible to resist an orgasm if I gave myself the slightest touch. Janie was just the opposite. She was lying on her back with her knees in the air and her feet flat on the floor, with her pussy facing directly at me. One of her hands was stroking her pussy and the other hand was alternating between her nipples. All the while her butt was slowly raising and lowering off the floor. Once in a while she would leave her tits alone and use both hands on her pussy. She put on an amazing show for me, spreading apart her pussy lips and letting her fingers shuttle back and forth from her clit to her slit. She would let the tip of her index finger slide inside her, and after a few pumps she would lick her finger clean. Her body seethed with sexual energy. Her eyes shut again and she started to grunt softly. Sometimes she would slow down some, and other times she would move really fast for just a few seconds. I was transfixed as I watched her body pleasure itself to her own rhythm. I never saw her as a sexual being before, but now I don't think I'll be able to see her as anything else. My cock was harder and longer than it had ever been before. The skin was stretched so tightly over it that there wasn't so much as a single wrinkle. I could watch the veins throbbing in time with my rapid heartbeat. The pre-cum was dripping from my dick to my stomach, but I was too entranced by my sister's performance to do anything about it. Janie let out a few more grunts, and then she lifted her head and looked me right in the eye. She scooted along the floor over to where I was sitting on the couch and kneeled right between my legs. I could see her soaking wet pussy much better. She reached her finger up to my stomach and dipped it in the puddle of pre-cum, then brought it up to her nose. Finally she licked the tip of her finger with the tip of her tongue, and she gave a low, smooth moan. She reached for the pre-cum again, but this time she used her whole hand and scooped up a bunch of it and spread it on my dick. I jumped at the sensation. It was enough to make me feel like one more touch would make me shoot my load. She didn't give me another touch, though. She took her fingers, slick with pre-cum, and put them in her mouth, one by one, and licked them clean. She started working on herself again, kneeling there right between my legs. I held as still as I possibly could with my hands behind my head, because I knew I could blow any time. I could smell her scent again, and the combination of the sight and the smell made me drop my head back once more and look up at the ceiling. Janie wasn't done. She put one of her hands on each of my thighs, with her forearms resting against my legs. She leaned in toward me and reached out her tongue and gave a long, slow lick across my balls. The pleasure coursed through me. I groaned heavily, and this only encouraged Janie to explore further. She licked my upper thighs and my stomach and all around my cock, but she left my meat alone, like she knew it was ready to explode. Her hands began to explore my body, reaching up under my shirt to my nipples. I was sure she would push me over the edge any second just by brushing against my dick, but she didn't. She sat on the edge of the couch next to me, exploring her own body again. One hand was always at her crotch, but the other hand squeezed her nipples, massaged her stomach, and sometimes went up over her head and stretched back toward the wall as she moaned and squeaked her delight. Her movements got faster and faster, and she worked her pussy fast with both hands, letting out a long series of moans and grunts. Her breaths were short and fast and her tits were driving me wild as they bounced up and down in time with her body. Then, as she kept going, her eyes clamped shut and she screamed so loud that I swear I thought something was wrong with her. I told her to shut up or Mom would hear her, but she didn't pay any attention to me. Sure enough, Mom yelled down at us to see if we were OK. I yelled back that everything was fine, but Janie was in another world. She still had both hands on her crotch, but she was moving more slowly now. She stopped moaning, and her breaths were getting slower and deeper. Her hands and her pussy were sopping wet, but her eyes were still closed. Mom yelled again, this time asking Janie if she was OK, but Janie still didn't respond. My worst fears were soon realized. Despite the noise of the TV and the gentle thwack of Janie's hand against her snatch, I could hear footsteps upstairs, and they were getting louder. Janie was naked and smelled like sex, and I had on only a tee-shirt while my cock was straining for release with the most powerful hard-on I've ever had. Our clothes were scattered all over the floor and the footsteps were still getting louder. Mom's voice rang out again, much closer now, asking whether she should come down to the basement. I told Janie to yell back at Mom that she was OK, but she was still too worked up. At the sound of my voice, she opened her eyes to look at me and gave me a big smile, then climbed back up on the couch and plopped immediately next to me, slouching down now so she looked totally relaxed. I got up and kicked all of our clothes under the couch and grabbed a big blanket from the other side of the room. I sat down in the same spot on the couch and spread the blanket over both me and Janie. It was just big enough to cover Janie all the way up to the neck and me from the waist down. I lifted my feet up and put them on the edge of the couch, making a big tent with the blanket over my knees to hide my cock. I hoped Mom wouldn't think it was weird that Janie and I were sitting right next to each other sharing a blanket, but I didn't have much time to think about it. I heard someone coming down the stairs, and before I knew it Mom was right there. She stood there looking at us with her hands on her hips, and she asked Janie why she didn't answer when she yelled at her. Janie must have recovered a little more by this time, because she said she had fallen asleep and must not have heard her. This was a dumb line, because she sure as hell didn't scream like that in her sleep. But Mom didn't question her, though. She asked me what I was doing, and I said I was just watching the football game. While Mom and I were talking, Janie's right hand landed softly on my left thigh under the blanket. When it did, I coughed, and Mom gave me a funny look. Janie's hand quickly found my dick and started rubbing it so lightly that the blanket didn't even move. Her fingers trailed along to the very tip of my dick and swiped a load of pre-cum all over it. Mom was looking around the basement, complaining about how messy it was, and I managed to blurt out that we liked it messy. But then Janie's hand shifted into high gear and rubbed my dick like mad. I felt the beginning of the orgasm deep inside me, and I knew I was going to cum. Seconds later, I felt my dick explode. I turned my head away and I honestly don't know what kind of expression I must have had on my face. Wave after wave of pleasure erupted through my whole body, an orgasm like I had never had before. I could feel thick warm rivulets of cum coursing from my cock, over and over, as Janie's hand kept its pace. Somehow--I have no idea how--I must have managed to keep quiet, because Mom didn't seem to notice. She just went on looking around the basement and straightening up some piles of stuff that were laying around. Janie's hand was still stroking my dick and I was still feeling my orgasm ending when Mom said that she would go on back upstairs since we seemed OK. This time I couldn't say anything, but Janie piped up and told her that everything was fine and she didn't have to worry about us so much. With that Mom went back up the stairs and we were alone again. Janie pulled the blanket off us and looked at me. My cock was finally beginning to soften, but gobs of cum were all over my shirt, my stomach, my cock, and her hand. I swear the load of cum she squeezed out of me that night was bigger than I've ever had before. She reached under the couch and found her panties, using them to wipe up as much as she could. She took a sniff of the cum on her panties, and then used her tongue to clean me up more. I finally let out a soft, deep groan of satisfaction. I can't believe Janie pushed me over the edge while Mom was standing right there, but I couldn't complain because I have never felt so incredible in my entire life. Janie and I went to bed in our own rooms later that night just like we always do, but I think things will be different between us now. I only hope it's a good kind of different.