Dorsai: Eight is enough

Dawn was almost there when a noise penetrated the fantasy she was having about the hunk from school; it took only the tiniest fraction of a second for her to remember where she was and what she was doing – as well as why, and who was watching her. With the sudden recollection that Jeremy was sitting in her chair looking at her and watching as she touched herself… well, it hit her in a way that she really didn't expect: rather than completely ruining things, it served to push her into an orgasm that was stronger than she'd even hoped for. Arching her hips off the bed, her entire body froze as the first wave of an incredibly powerful release overwhelmed her.

Jeremy had leaned forward so he could see what Dawn was doing a little better (and the area between her thighs, of course) when she suddenly lifted her hips and made a soft groaning noise. As his ears were taking in the sound she was making, he saw as the area between her vaginal lips get even wetter as her opening began a slight clenching. Despite the fact that he hadn't done anything to stimulate himself, Jeremy felt himself starting to have his own climax; it wasn't but a couple of seconds before he started emptying his balls into his undershorts. The power and pleasure of it was great enough that he couldn't help not only sitting up, but going on to lean back as he flooded his briefs with his teenage cum. The force of the jets of semen he was spraying had him almost passing out; and when they finally ended, he began gasping – and realized that he'd been holding his breath since the beginning. It was a few seconds longer before it occurred to him to look and see what, if anything, Dawn was doing. He was relieved to see that she was apparently still recovering from what she'd been through: her hips were back on the bed, her hand wasn't moving in her crotch, and her chest was heaving as she tried to get her breath back, too.

Panting, Dawn lay there stunned in surprise at the orgasm she'd just experienced. Starting out, she hadn't been all that certain that she wouldn't have to pretend to have one just to get rid of Jeremy, she'd been so nervous. Then to have her fantasy interrupted by him, only to have that happen to her… it was almost more than she could comprehend. Then when she remembered what had triggered it, she couldn't help feeling ashamed, and more than a little embarrassment: to think that she'd actually gotten off just from thinking about Jeremy looking at her and watching her! She felt herself blushing furiously, and carefully and slowly eased her hand from between her thighs. It was a couple of seconds after she'd accomplished that goal before she realized that she hadn't moved her legs yet, and that she must still be giving her brother a damn good look at her. Keeping her eyes closed so she wouldn't have to look at him, she moved her legs back together with considerable casualness.

After she'd caught her breath, she waited as long as she could – less from embarrassment than simply not wanting to have to look at Jeremy – before forcing herself to open her eyes and sit up again. When she did, she saw that Jeremy looked to be more than a little flushed, but was sitting back in her chair, apparently as calm as could be. She couldn't help blushing slightly before she somewhat defiantly asked him "Is that what you wanted to see, Jeremy?"

"Uh, yeah, that was great, Sis. I'll, um, go now, so you can, you know, get dressed or whatever." he answered before quickly standing and rapidly heading for the door to her room. He was almost gone when he stuck his head back in and told her "I hope it won't be so long before we can do this again." before pulling her door shut.

Only with the infusion of fresh air caused by Jeremy's departure did Dawn realize that there was a distinct smell in her room – one that she was all too familiar with. The knowledge that her brother had undoubtedly smelled it, too, mortified her. But she knew that as long as she had to have orgasms in front of her perv brother, there wasn't anything she could do about it. Resigned to that fact, she decided that she'd better at least clear the smell out of her room. After she'd gotten up and opened the windows, she decided that she'd better get it off herself, too, and gathered her clothes to take into the bathroom. There, she quickly got herself wiped off with a damp washcloth (which she rinsed twice to make sure there wasn't any lingering smell) before getting dressed again. When she left the bathroom, she saw that Jeremy's door was closed. Relieved that she wouldn't have to face him again for a while, she quickly returned to her own room where she was glad to discover that her smell had dissipated almost completely. It took her only a moment to decide to light one of the scented candles she kept in her room while she went ahead and did her homework…

When his sister had sat up on her bed, Jeremy still hadn't completely recovered from the climax he'd had: even though his cock wasn't fully erect any more, it still felt full and heavy in his pants. And unless he was gravely mistaken, his cum was starting to soak his undershorts; that thought was quickly followed by the understanding that if his shorts were getting wet, there was a pretty darn good chance it was going to soak through to his jeans, too – and he sure didn't want Dawn seeing that!

Rather than wait for the problem – and he was sure that it was one by then – to get any worse, Jeremy decided to try and make his sister believe that he was trying to be considerate of her by not hanging around after she was done. Putting his plan into action, he was halfway through the door when the air in the hall made him remember what Dawns room had smelled like. Hiding his lower body behind her door, he stuck his head back in her room to sample her aroma again and said something (he didn't remember what it was) to cover what he was doing before making his exit. Once in his own room, it didn't take long for him to rid himself of his pants (with a small, but distinct wet spot on the front) and almost sodden undershorts. It was when he heard Dawn go into the bathroom, and the water start, that he realized that she was cleaning herself off. THAT thought brought forth the image of her standing there naked and washing her juices off her pussy – which in turn brought back the memory of just what her juices had smelled like. In turn, that had his cock standing at attention again in a matter of just a few seconds, which was soon followed by Jeremy stroking himself to a quick, easy, and powerful climax.

He was still breathing a little rapidly when he heard the bathroom door open again, followed by the sound of Dawn firmly closing her door. Checking his watch, Jeremy saw that he still had some time before any of his brothers or sisters were likely to get home, and quickly opted to follow Dawns example. Except that he figured he'd better change into fresh shorts and a clean (and dry!) pair of jeans.

Dawn was sitting at her desk, trying to keep her focus on her Algebra homework (and failing miserably) when she heard the bathroom door close – then the sound of water running in the sink. It took several seconds of wondering why Jeremy had gone in there so soon before it hit her: the little perv either had masturbated in his room, or was doing it there in the bathroom! That understanding caused a variety of thoughts and feelings to course through her: mild revulsion that he was using her to feed his disgusting fantasies, faint amusement that he had to do it so soon after watching her, vague arousal (which her mind was careful to gloss over) that he found her arousing that way, and a slight curiosity about how he was doing (or did) it – of course, she knew how boys were different from girls there, and the few sex ed classes she'd had a school told her boys released some kind of fluid that actually got the girl pregnant, so she had some idea of what probably happened. It was, however, the reality of the matter that she was curious about: just exactly how did a guy make himself climax? What did his 'stuff' look like? What did it look like when he had a climax? How much of his stuff was there? How was it different that the juices she had?