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A Woman’s Touch

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My brother got a job, and moved out, but in his new apartment, there was nobody to make him clean up.

He came home to wash some clothes, and they were filthy, but he spent the night. Then, I went over to see where he lived with him after church, so I still had my sunday best on. It’s not his fault his clothes were so dirty, I decided. He works construction, so there’s a lot of dirt from digging holes, I guessed.

Even as a little boy, he dug in the yard a lot, so his pants were muddy, or dusty especially. He made me “Cook” mud pies, and he even ate them, but I was even littler. He had to run some errands, though. So, he left me alone in there, and I asked him to bring me some cleaning supplies.

He didn’t even have any dish soap, but after I threw out all the foam containers from the sink. It turns out they didn’t really have any dishes, either. Just plastic cups, like to-go cups, but I just had to rinse those out, and stack them up to drain in the sink.

His room-mate worked nights, which is why he wasn’t there, until he got back from work. “Oh, I thought you’re Wes.” My brother, Westley was still running errands.

“You must be Carrie, his little sister?” I nodded, but he just dropped his jacket by the door, and pulled out his tie. He left that draped over the arm of the futon, but it was mostly 1 big room. It had a bathroom behind the kitchen sink, but that was about it.

“Uh!” I just realized that they didn’t even have a bedroom. Between the 2 of them, all they had was a futon to sleep on, but he folded it out, and pulled bedding out from behind it. There wasn’t a coat-hook to hang his jacket on, either. They didn’t even have a closet.

They’re not like, boyfriends, are they? I mean, 2 guys, 1 bed. It’s not even a real bed, but he stretched a fitted sheet over the corners, and dropped the mattress back on the frame.

“Well,” I hung his jacket over the back of one of the chairs. By the kitchen table, I guess it was the only table, but halfway in the kitchen, and the other half on the living room carpet. So, it wobbled. “Huh, I’m not your sister, or your mother, so I shouldn’t have to clean up after you.”

He started dropping his blue collar shirt, and looked around. He sighed, and went over to hang it on the other chair. In the kitchen, “Well, it’s been a long night, so I’ll pick up my clothes in a minute, all right?”

Down to a white tank-top, and a pair of blue pants, they didn’t have any stripes down the side seams, like a cop’s or sheriff’s. I guess those are just county cops, but he’s just a security guard. “So, what do you do, just watch video cameras all night?”

Another heavy sigh, but now he was bent over, so his pants pulled tight over his muscular butt. “I wish, they’ve got me watching this warehouse out by the airport, so I had to walk patrols.” He picked up boxers off the floor, and sniffed them. One by one, until he found a pair that was clean enough to wear to bed, I guessed.

“Well, don’t they even have a patrol car for you to drive, or cameras?”

“Yeah, but the fences are too close to drive around the building, and the homeless people like to camp back there, for some reason. Look,” he waved his boxers at the bathroom, “I have to get a shower real quick, so you mind leaving me alone for a little while?”

“Yeah, no problem.” I went back out to the front porch, and smoked while I waited. How many errands did Wes have to run? He sure left me alone for a long time, with his room mate, or his boyfriend, or whatever.

I couldn’t imagine them sleeping together, despite all evidence. I never even imagined him beating off, he’s my brother, but he’s a grown man, so I guess he probably did, at some point. He wasn’t like one of those sexual harassing brothers, or he never went through that horny phase, when he was a teenager.

He’s 20 now, but I had friends in high school, and some of them had brothers like that. Or, they went through that stage where they start noticing girls, and being curious. There was a girl right there, at home with them. I don’t know why I’m making excuses for their creepy behavior, I stopped myself before I got to “It’s only natural,” when I knew damned well it wasn’t.

It was sinful, namely lust, but I don’t want you guys to think I’m any virgin. I dated a little, and I even hooked up once or twice. Nobody serious, I mean it’s not like I had a high school sweetheart, or even someone I’d really call a boyfriend, but I’d had sex. Once or twice, it wasn’t very satisfying, and I’m not sure why not.

Maybe I just hadn’t met the right guy? The fresh air helped, but when I tried the door to check, and see if he was done in the shower, it was locked. Finally, Wes pulled up in the gravel parking lot, and got out, with a paper bag. He looked over at Don’s car.

“Oh, right,” he went back to the back seat. “I didn’t know what to get you, so I got some bleach.” He handed me a gallon of Clorox from the foot well. “Some windex, but don’t mix these 2.”

“I know, it’s got ammonia in it, just give me that.” I looked back, but the blinds were down over the front window. Practically the only window, except for a little one in the bathroom. Shoot, I forgot all about that while Ron was in the shower, and if boys can try to look in, and catch you in the nude, then why not girls? “What about dish soap?” I shook my head.

“No dishes, we mostly eat takeout. Oh yeah.” He opened up the paper bag right there on the hood. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, I could eat.” He bought burritos. Breakfast burritos, but there wasn’t anything printed on the bag to tell where he bought them from. The plain paper bag, but it’s not like they had porn lying around for me to find. They probably just looked it up on their phones like normal guys, but the other thing you could get from sex shops. After you turned 18, and you didn’t have to worry about your mother finding them, pulling your dirty clothes out from under the bed.

Or your sister. I didn’t see any buttplugs, lube, or used rubbers either. Great, now I’m thinking about sodomy, but I can’t help it. Wes dropped the trunk, and threw his laundry bag over his shoulder.

“You should probably get a dresser, or something to put your clothes in.” I suggested, helpfully.

“I know, but come on. I’ll help you fold them.”

“Maybe another bed, or a real bed, but. Um.” I bit my lip. “Your, room mate?” I pointed. “He just got off work, and he needed a shower, so I.” Um… Blushed.

He frowned, “You didn’t sleep with him.” He laughed.

“No, why. Did you?” That just slipped out.

“No, of course not. He works nights, so we take turns. Here, hold this.” He handed me his clean clothes, so he could get his keys out, but it was just such a relief to hear that Ron wasn’t homosexual. I would have settled for bi, but as soon as the door opened, I got a fresh blast of the smell on my face.

“Huh!” I thought it stank when I got there, but the dirty dish smell. Well, the garbage smell went out with the garbage, but that just left the dirty laundry smell, and it couldn’t be my brother’s sweat socks, and boxers. So, by process of elimination.

“He’s decent.” I carried the laundry bag in, but Ron rolled over in bed.

“She going to be here all day?” Topless, he put his arms up, so his muscular back stretched out under his ribs, and his thick firm looking chest. Hairy armpits, he smiled at me, to show that he wasn’t bothered by my being there.

“Um, where can I put this?” I turned around, to set the duffel bag on the table, and hide the way I was feeling, but it must have been all over my face. He smelled soapy too, but he had a blanket pulled up over his legs. So, I couldn’t see the boxer shorts he put on, or if he had any bulge in it.

“You know what? I think you’re right, I better go get a dresser, or something to put my clothes in.”

“Yeah, good idea.” I unzipped the duffel bag, and looked over my shoulder, but then my brother looked back from the door, and gave me a wink, with a grin.

“Close the door, you’ll let all the heat out.” Ron rolled over, and pulled the covers up over his shoulder. So, I went back to unpacking the clothes, and folding them up. They were still warm, and it’s not like I like doing chores, let alone cleaning up after my brother. He just never gave me a choice, but now. He left me alone with his room mate, who isn’t his boyfriend, and they don’t sleep together.

I guess I could imagine myself, coming home to a mess like this, and cleaning up after a man like Ron. “Huh, it must be hard to date, working nights.” I mostly said to myself.

“Well, it’s not that bad.” He rolled over again, and when I looked back. He was up on one elbow, so the blanket, and sheet rolled down to his hip, and draped over his. Boxer shorts, and whatever might be lurking in there. He shrugged, “I get nights off too, so I can hit the clubs, the bars…”

I nodded, and pulled out a pair of pants. Inside out, so I had to pulled the legs out, but they were still warm from the dryer.

“Huh, it’s just hard when Wes is home, so we usually have to go back to her place. I heard the blankets rustle behind me, when he said it’s just hard. I looked back, but it wasn’t just hard. It looked big and hard, sticking down diagonally over his thick hairy thigh, and holding the blankets back to show me it, practically bulging out of his boxer shorts, so the 1 button in the fly looked like it would pop off, and I could even see some hairs curling around in there before I realized that I was staring.

“You like what you see?” He grinned, and winked. Almost, but not quite the same expression Wes gave me on the way out to tell me it would be okay if I slept with his room mate, and I licked my lips when I realized I started drooling at some point.

“Huh,” I dropped the pants, unfolded. “Yeah, you’re in great shape, so you must work out.” I turned around, self conscious of the hairs that pulled out, so they hung in my face. I must look a mess, but he didn’t mind.

“I know, you’re probably a little nervous, if this is your first time.” He looked me over, still dressed for church, and just let that hang in the air, like the smell of his sweat, with a little fragrance from his soap, and shampoo…

I shook my head, “Oh, no. Sorry, no I’m not a virgin.”

“Well, then what are you waiting for?” I pulled out my hair tie, and he rolled back, to stick his arms under the pillow, behind his neck. I bet he knew damned well how seductive that looks. He practically posed for me, but it worked. He even had a little line of hairs growing down the middle of his chest, between his muscles, and his biceps were easily as firm as they looked when I squeezed one.

He reached out to touch my hip, when I got to his shoulder, and felt across his thick chest to the little line of hairs in the middle. He flattened out the pleats on my dress, then stopped when he got to my knee. Felt up underneath to punch the side of my underwear. Pull it down off my hip, so I shimmied a little to help.

He didn’t have abs, just a flat tummy, that stretched, and hung down when he let out a deep breath. Almost like a sigh, but deeper, sexier, especially now that I could feel him breathing. And follow that down, past his tight curled belly button, which stuck out a little, but I didn’t stop there. I brushed the head of his throbbing erection, picking the little plastic button out in the fly, and slipping my fingers into the warm tent.

To feel his pubic hairs, and the thick hard shaft of man meat. “Huh, what do you call it?” I shook my head, “Of course, you don’t have a name for it.”

“Rod, his name is Rod.” He nodded.

I giggled, “Not little Rod! Hot Rod? Oh, my god, it’s. Huh!” Overcum with lust, I finally stopped teasing myself, and hooked my fingers in the waistband to pull it out. Get a handful of it, then another, when I realized how much I had to work with here. Not quite 2 hands, but there was plenty left over to pop the tip in my mouth, and stroke it with one hand.

“Mh!” I switched hands, so I could reach down, and feel his hairy balls with the other. “Snh!” Closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath, even though his pubes were clean, and a little fragrance was still clinging to them, there was practically testosterone dripping down the walls in this bachelor pad, and I didn’t want to get it too clean any more.

I wanted to get dirty, roll around in it, and drown in the warm fluids of sin. Speaking of which, I was planning on just getting it wet. With my mouth, in the hopes that maybe I could fit it inside me. Somehow, don’t be silly, it’ll stretch. Then, I got my mouth full of hot cock, and my hands full of cock and balls. He didn’t even pat me on the head, let alone force it down my throat.

I relaxed, just to see how much of it I could get in. “Wrlgh, kah!” I spat a nuce hawker on the top, to slick around with my thumb, then twisted my grip to get my fingers wet, but then he let go of my butt-cheek.

“Huh!” He let out a deep sexy breath, but then his nuts tensed up in my fingers, and I felt a bulge roll up under my thumb.

“Oh, god.” The first blop just dribbled out the tip, before I picked it up, and felt the red hot tip swell again. Slipping through my lips, and blowing another thick wad of lust right in my mouth. “Schurp! Mhn, ngh!” I swallowed it hungrily, after I spilled the first drops. I gulped down spurt after spurt until he finaly too a deep breath, and let it out in one last satisfied sigh.

“Snh!” I let go when it went soft, and he hunched a little with a shudder when the tip slipped out of my lips, but I kissed his pubes, and let the curls slip out to get the seed I’d spilled. He rolled over, and I pulled the covers up over his hip. He took them and pulled them over his shoulder.

I licked my lips. “Um, I’m gonna go get a shower.”

He nodded, and waved. “Turn out the light?” I started pulling up my undies, but then I shook my head. Kicked off my shoes, and dropped them, on the way to the bathroom. I stopped by the kitchen to get the light over the stove, but there was a switch for the dome light next to the cabinets. I accidentally hit the disposal, but then I finally got the light.

I went in, and masturbated furiously while I got the rest of my clothes off. I’d never done that before, but I was so damned horny, I couldn’t keep my hands out of my love nest, so I just switched while I undid the buttons, and dropped my dress, then switched, and unhooked my bra. I wound up bent over the sink, moaning, and pounding 3 finders in and out of me. Finally, I got 1 orgasm, and washed off, to bang another one out in the shower, but I still wasn’t satisfied.

“Huh!” I could stop, long enough to get out, but his soap was right there, and it was driving me crazy. I dried off, and took a shower to bed with me, for my wet hair. He scooted over, but I pulled his shoulder, then draped the towel over his bicep to use as a pillow.

“Huh, I really have to get some sleep.” He yawned.

“Okay, I don’t mind.” I just felt all over his body. My naked body up against him, but I felt his hard hairy legs too. I kept checking back at his crotch, until his thick sausage filled up turgid enough to throw my leg over. Climb on top of him. He woke up, and felt me all over in the dark, while I rode him. We didn’t say anything, I wanted to ask if he had anything for protection, but I bit my lip, and just humped it up and down my valley of lust.

Finally, I couldn’t take it any more, so I rose up, and held it. Aiming for my dripping wet hole. “Oh, huh!” I took a deep breath, and backed out maybe an inch, before I moaned, and sank down further. Deeper. “Oh god. Jesus, you’re so big.”

“You’re so tight.” He pushed me off. “Roll over.” He got up. “On your knees.”

“Huh, okay, just give it to me. Give it to me now. Oh, oh yes! Oh my god yes!” It was even better doggy style, so he could pull me back but the hips, and bore me wide open. Then, he felt up my back, and brushed my hair away from my shoulders to grip them hard. Sinking his fingers in to the collar bones, and pulling out to give me thrust after hard thrust. Knocking on the door to my womb until it felt almost bruised, but pushing more, and more into me, until I fell down quivering with the deepest, most intense climax I’d had in my whole life.

He put his knees up on either side of my hips, and I felt his nuts roll on the backs of my thighs. He turned my head, and kissed my cheek in the dark. Breathing hot on my neck, and picking up the pace in short strokes that weren’t even half the length of his fuck stick.

“Oh, yes, cum in me, cum in me now, you’ve got to be close, don’t hold back, fill me full of your love child, huh! HhuhHhuh!” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I ment ever last one of them.

I wanted every last one of his babies, and he delivered. Finally, we rolled over, and got turned around, so he could hold me from behind, and I could feel his junk pressed up against my behind. Crossing my legs to hold his seed in my fertile ground, so they could do their work. I didn’t want to leave, and thankfully, I didn’t have to.

My brother spent all day, shopping for furniture. He got 2 dressers, one for each ofhtem, and a single bed for himself. We folded up the futon into a couch when we had company, but during the day, it was our bed, to sleep together.

That’s not all we did, but when he turned 21. Wes went out to buy us beer, and wine, so we could have some privacy to make love. At least until we saved up enough money for a 3 bedroom. One for me, and Ron (And Rod) One for my brother, and the last one a nursery for when we start having babies to take care of too.

I’m not his sister, nor his mother, but pretty soon, he’s going to make me his wife. Mom never liked cleaning up after dad, or us kids, but I don’t know why.

It’s just nice to have someone like him to clean up after.

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