Paul Mall: The Tough Get Coming

Gwen lay back on the bed and listened as he started running the shower, then after a moment heard the door of the shower open and shut and the splash of water as he began to wash up.

All the repressed sexuality of her self-imposed celibacy suddenly burst on her as she realized that there was a virile young man totally nude in the room right next to her.

"To hell with subtlety!" she laughed aloud to herself. Pulling open one of her suitcases, she rummaged through the contents and pulled out a short terry-cloth robe. Quickly stripping off her clothing, she tied the short robe loosely around her waist. The hem came to a halt well up her shapely thighs, and by belting it loose and pulling back the shoulders, gave it a plunging open front, revealing the curve of her deep cleavage.

Pulling a brush out of her smaller bag, she used the inside of the darkened window as a mirror and brushed her flowing blonde hair into a shimmering mass of waves about her beautiful face.

Just then she heard the water stop and the shower door clang open. She sat on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs, facing the bathroom door. After a moment her brother walked into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist while he scrubbed at his wet hair with another.

"Okay, Sis, your turn. I think you've got about two minutes of hot water left in -" He suddenly stopped short, his mouth open wide as he saw her reclining on the bed. She took a deep breath and his eyes flitted back and forth from the half-hidden mounds of her swelling breasts to the display of her long slender legs. He thought he could catch a glimpse of a soft golden pelt between her thighs under the robe, but was too embarrassed to stare, and quickly turned his side to her as though moving toward the bureau.

"I don't think I'm going to take a shower tonight," Gwen sighed seductively, rising and walking to stand behind her brother. She reached up as she passed him and lightly ran her fingertips down his naked spine, then quickly darted into the bathroom and slammed the door. "Be out in a minute," she called.

Bill turned and stared at the closed bathroom door, his mind going in a hundred directions at once, but his cock moving in only one – up, long and hard. The towel around his waist began to tent out over his groin, and he looked down as if it were caused by something other than his own body.

Jesus! he thought. What the hell is going on? I've never seen a girl who looked like that – but she's my sister! What the hell am I thinking of?

He angrily whipped the towel from around his waist and stared at his throbbing erection, as if willing it to go down. But the huge inflamed cock still stuck out proud and strong, eight inches of hard male meat.

Bill quickly crawled into his bed, pulling the sheets up tightly around his neck. He could still feel the path her fingertips had trailed on his back. He was damned if that was a sisterly touch. But what else could it have been? Confused and upset with the strange situation, the teenaged boy rolled over onto his side, facing the window.

After a few minutes he heard the bathroom door open, then rolled back over as his sister walked in. He sucked in a sudden breath at the sight, for if anything Gwen now had her robe almost completely undone.

Not knowing where to look, he stared at the bathroom door.

"I thought you said you weren't going to use the bathroom," he tried to joke.

"I only said I wasn't going to take a shower, silly," Gwen smiled, leaning over to pull down the sheets on her bed. The motion made her robe ride up the back of her firm thighs and Bill was treated to a view of the delectable bottoms of her firm buttocks only two feet from his face.

"What-" he croaked, coughed, and tried again. "What else is there to do in a bathroom?"

"Well, you've got a dirty little mind!" she giggled, turning to face him with hands on hips. "I was doing woman-things that you have no business sticking your nose into…"

Then she leaned forward slightly, looking down into his eyes and added, very softly, "… although that might be kind of fun."

Bill's cock gave a lurch at the blatant invitation in her eyes, but he swallowed hard yet again and rolled over with his back to her. "Turn out the light when you're ready," he gasped.

"Okay," Gwen said, turning back to her bed and starting to unbelt the robe. She knew she had him just where she wanted him. She had seen the sudden fluttering of the sheets over his groin just before he turned away. This was going to be even easier than her biology professor had been!

"I've started sleeping in the nude since I went off to college," she said in a casual tone. "Hope that doesn't bother you."

Bill's eyes opened wide with surprise, and small beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He looked up toward the dark window and watched as if in a mirror while his sister undid the tie on her robe. "Uh, no… no problem. I… I sleep in the raw, too. It's pretty hot at this end of the house in the Spring."

"Yeah, I remember," she said. Knowing he was watching her in the window, she let the belt fall to the floor, then with a slight movement of her shoulders shrugged off the robe, suddenly revealing her entire body. She had to suppress a sudden giggle when she saw his whole form stiffen under the sheets and heard his sharp gasp. Just the kind of reaction she always got from men!

Bill watched with wide eyes as Gwen proceeded to stretch her arms high over her head, pulling her lush breasts up with the motion so that they hung full and firm on her torso, the dark nipples pointing toward the ceiling as well. His eyes darted all over her exposed body as it was dimly reflected in the darkened window, his cock continuing to throb and jerk uncontrollably at the sight of his sister's bare body.

When she brought her hands down and lightly stroked her tits, then pinched the nipples up hard with her eyes closed in ecstasy, Bill thought he was going to blow his wad right there.

Gwen figured she had posed long enough without making it too obvious that she knew he was watching. She leaned over to give him a last shot at her pert ass as she turned off the lamp between their beds, then slid under the sheets of her own bed.

Bill squirmed uncomfortably in his bed, tossing and turning, his huge erection throbbing unmercifully, but also afraid to jerk off for fear his sister would hear him. God! he thought, she's incredible-looking!

In his mind's eye he could still see her beautiful body, the proud, rounded tits and long legs of this gorgeous young woman, totally nude in a bed not three feet away from him, and totally beyond his reach. It was his own sister, he berated himself over and over. He had to stop thinking about her this way – but still his cock throbbed its reminder.

Finally, after a fitful hour of shifting in his bed, Bill drifted off into a troubled sleep, his youthful cock still holding its painful erection. He was dreaming of women, all kinds of women, begging him to fuck them, throwing themselves at his feet. But everytime he reached for them, their faces would shift and melt, then change into Gwen's.

He woke up suddenly, confused and disoriented. Something felt strange.

He moved one stiff leg slightly, then suddenly froze. The pressure of warm soft flesh pressed along his thigh, and then he became aware of that same feeling pressing all along the side of his body. The room was pitch-black, but he could smell the sweet perfume of her hair, and feel a few stray strands tickling his face.

Am I still dreaming? he wondered in panic. He couldn't see a thing, but he was now aware as well of her gentle breathing but inches away. He gasped slightly at the full realization that his sister was in bed with him, totally nude and virtually in his arms. His cock, which had finally begun to droop as he slept, leaped back to full, pulsing erection.