What, did I just say? How could I say that? I’m covered in my own sperm and my sheets are soaked with my seed. What am I doing?
My body raised up and stood up. I was slowly regaining control. The laundry room was on my side so if I ran to the bathroom it would be obvious. Then something hit me. Something I had never felt before. An absolution that was never there. I was a good kid, obedient. I never took the offensive except in video games but now I felt different…
If she knew, she knew. Why hide it? How could I? Even changing my boxers wouldn’t wash away the smell of my spunk covering my hand and groin. It was almost like a waking dream as I bundled up my thin white sheets, soaked in my own orgasmic product.
The small foot steps of her going the laundry room were the only sounds that registered. I was a zombie of lust. I couldn’t stop myself, I had just beat off to my sister and she knew it. With my cum soaked boxers and sheets I walked into the tiny laundry room that we had.
The smell was unmistakable. It was the smell of sex and passion. It wasn’t mine though. She stood there in front of the washing machine putting her sheets into the washer. I could smell the arousal in the room from my spunk to her juices. She looked to me and was flushed. Turning redder by the second as we stood there. I held my sheets and she looked down. Ashamed and vulnerable. I wanted to reach out to her and hold her. Tell her I was sorry beyond words but nothing was coming to my lips. We stood in silence.
After and eternity of silence, she looked up.
“I should… well I thought… maybe I should… the dryer is… yesterday’s clothes…”
In that instant, in the tiny laundry room with the washer and dryer to our left. A wall to the right and barely room for two people to pass each other, she bent down. Her legs locked upright and from only the waist she reached into the dryer. Her cotton white panties were soaked. Her legs shoulder width apart. Her panty covered pussy on full display for me. A deep wetness engulfed her nether region and made it partially transparent. I could see her swollen lips pressing against the material. She was wearing panties far too small for her.
I wanted to look away, I never wanted to see and think this way but I couldn’t resist. My mind rebelled but my body was in control. I watched her wetness, her beautiful puffy lips pressing against the thin material. Her butt round and firm. After all these years, I now knew what was under that t-shirt. Without any mental resistance my hard on began building again. My boxers, still soaked from my last pleasure session lubricated my penis. She stood up after moving much of the dry laundry to the basket and saw the bulge and wetness between my legs. She stood there staring, neither of us could speak. My erection continued to grow before her eyes. Her nipples pressed hard against the soft material of her t-shirt. It was large but the perky breasts underneath provided ample strength against the material.
We were frozen in this state for what seemed like days. My erection pressed against the confines of my boxers. Staring at her beautiful body, I was lost in lust and desire. Her face redder than anything I had ever imagined possible on a human being.
“I can… wash… the ugh, your ugh… sheets…”
She said barely above a whisper and extended her hands. Without thinking I let her take the sheets, still dripping and stained in my incestuous jerk session of her voice through the wall. I finally came to my senses.
“I’m going to grab a shower.”
Then I paused… her voice cutting into my reality.
“If you want… maybe… we can do… tomorrow… laundry… together…”
What did she mean by that? What was she thinking? What was I thinking?
She turned even redder then, without a word, I nodded in agreement.
I had nothing to say. The awkwardness of the moment controlled everything. My senses were returning and the guilt of what I had done was overwhelming me. I turned and walked down the hall to take a shower.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w0pqw3/me_n_my_sister_part3