Creaming Herself in the Bathroom! (Jack Stalker and Greyson)

[Jack Stalker]

Creaming Herself in the Bathroom!​

Natalie had been cautious at first, about accepting her brother Adam's offer of somewhere to stay. She had missed him when he'd moved out of the family home, settling into an incredible place that he had worked on himself. He had a great job, landscaping and remodelling homes, and she envied his freedom. She had decided to hook up with some friends in the city, it was Kristen's twenty first birthday and she was having a party tomorrow night. Several friends were going to be there for the girls night out at the club she's picked... and Natalie didn't want to miss it. Her only trepidation came from the fact that for a long time, since turning eighteen a couple of years back, she had wanted to fuck her brother. It was all she had thought about, often lingering outside the door to his room, thinking about him, focusing on those moments she had spied on him entering the shower, leaving it, stripping down to take a dip in the pool out back. If her parents had caught her, seen her, if heh ad... she would have fallen into being some incestuous little slut, a taboo breaking unethical wretch who deserved nothing but prison.

Incest was wrong. There was no way Natalie would allow herself to be responsible for ruining her brothers reputation, or even getting him arrested for despoiling her. It was sick. He deserved better... and yet she couldn't keep a boyfriend, couldn't think about anyone else but him, not seriously. And now that she was in his house, surrounded by him, his scent, his presence... it was too much. She waited until he went out, then slipped into the bathroom. She was going to get changed, take a dry run with her outfit for tomorrow night. She had decided to go with a little black dress, heels and nothing much else but some accessories. Bracelet, necklace, maybe an anklet as well. Right now all she was wearing was a small pair of loose shorts and a loose t-shirt.

Since moving in for the weekend, she had fast developed urges she couldn't control. Unfortunately she had left her main toys for helping her with that at home, so was improvising with a few things she had picked up in town yesterday, for when the need to touch herself was overwhelming. Now, faced with an empty house, she knew couldn't hold back any longer. She had started off innocently enough, a couple of black dresses hanging in the bathroom beside her, one's which barely skimmed mid thigh. One was a tight black sleeved number which clung like a second skin, the other more lacey with teasing panels covering cleavage and back. On the floor next to them were a pair of open toe black stiletto's. 'Fuck me pumps' she knew they were called. Her make up was om the sink, as she slid down to sit with her back to the bathtub.

Just looking at her outfit, those shoes, thinking about her brother, made her wet. She pulled out the box she'd hidden under the sink, wedged at the back under a dirty cloth. The butterfly vibe wasn't going to be enough to cut it right now... and though she had lube, there was nothing else big enough to satisfy her. She stripped off her socks and wiggled her toes, inspecting between them. Once satisfied they were clean she pulled out her varnish and began to do her nails, bright shocking red to match the lipstick she was going to wear later. Unfortunately she only got through doing one foots worth before she devolved into thinking about her brother again. It was so sick, so wrong, but he wasn't like any man she'd ever met, ever thought about.

Natalie reached down into her shorts. Her pussy was soaking. Dripping with need. She wriggled them down to her thighs, shoving them away before starting to stroke herself. Her pussy lips peeled apart in a creamy mess, and she sucked on her finger, before snatching up the closest heel. Spitting on the spike she stroked it against her pussy, then sank it into her, pushing it slowly into her opening crease as she moved to use her other hand to begin teasing at her clit, circling it and massaging the throbbing needy nub with her hood. She closed her eyes, imagining her brother pushing into her.

"Oh god yes." she hissed. "Fuck me you incestuous bastard. " she gasped, beginning to slowly fuck herself with the heel. she gripped at the carpet with her toes, letting her thighs pall apart until the shorts tugged tight into her skin, the heel pumping in and out of her sloppy snatch as her secretions frothed and foamed along the length of the five inch spike. It wasn't as flexible as a cock, but neither was it anywhere near long enough for her to really feel it... so she focused more on fingering herself and moaning out whatever incomprehensible thought popped into her head about her brother. The sicker, more taboo it was, the more turned on she got. She continued to fuck herself, edging herself over and over again, oblivious to the world around her, where she was... and the time. "Do it... tell me you don't care... tell me you don't cae what people think.. that you just.. auuuhhnnnghh.... that you just want to fuck me. Fuck me Adam... oh god.. I'm so close.. NnggHH!." she moaned, almost whimpering as she abused herself.

She didn't hear her brother return... and she certainly didn't hear the bathroom door opening until it was way too late... she dropped the shoe, scrambling to cover herself. What was he going to think! He think she was sick, depraved, a wretched incestuous whore who was trying to tempt him into condemning himself in both the eyes of the church and the eyes of the law. Natalie then realised, with a sudden shock, that she was all of those things. "I..." she just stared at him, unable to say anymore, looking down at herself as she tried to pull up her shorts, then at the sticky mess of her heel, then at him again. Her heart was in her mouth and her blood raced wildly through her veins. "...Don't hate me. It... it's just a fantasy... thinking about you. Just a fantasy." she spluttered, floundering, embarrassed yet at the same time turned on beyond belief. "Unless... unless you feel the same way?" she said quietly, staring up at him, her eyes doe like and delirious looking from her near orgasm. She had pushed herself to the brink before he had entered the room... and now she teetered on it, her pussy dripping her fluids down her thighs as she wriggled to pull up her shorts and push away the sodden 'smoking gun' of a heel with her toes.