Sexy Fun Times/Wank/Hang/Shower

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As you shower, the image of that panty-covered pussy keeps flashing into your head and your traitorous cock begins to swell. ‘”She’s my sister dammit,’” you say to yourself, but you can’t help wondering what she’d say if she saw it. When you finish your ablutions, you put your robe back on, but deliberately leave it open the front.

You have to cross the sitting room to get your bedroom where your clothes are and you pull your robe closed just late enough for her to get a glimpse of your half-hard cock. You see her eyes widen slightly, but she pretends not to notice. You find yourself a pair of loose shorts and a T-shirt, and when you get back into the sitting room you can see he’s found one of those “inappropriate” channels you were worried about.

You scoop her legs off the couch, sit down and grab the remote all in one movement. “Little girls are not supposed to watch that stuff,” you say, pressing the off button and killing the picture of a woman trying to swallow a monster cock.

She turns sideways and brings her knees up under her chin, making no attempt to hide her panties. "I'm not a little girl anymore; my boobs are growing and mom says I'll soon need a bra. Anyway; how else are we supposed to learn about this stuff. They tell us how babies are made; about eggs and sperms and stuff, but they never talk about the fun side of it. We are supposed to think people only have sex to make babies.”

“What you were watching on TV; that’s just acting, not real life,” you say. “’ Why have I got to tell her this stuff; it should be mom’s job, not mine,”’ you think. “When they make those films, they pick the kind of women they think appeal to the men who watch them. The men all have big… err... penises and, well, if something goes wrong, they can just do it again. And some of the things they do…” You realize that you’re floundering and shut up.

She sits up, looking at you, and you can see the pink tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips. As if drawn by a magnet, your eyes drift down to where you can see a small damp patch between her legs. "Why was she sucking it," she asks.

"It's just some of the fun stuff you were talking about," you say, feeling yourself going red with embarrassment.

"The sperms won't get to the egg that way though," she says.

You sigh. "You know perfectly well that sex isn't only about making babies; most of the time it's just for fun." You stand up. “I think a walk in the park would be a good idea,” you say.

“Are you sure you don’t need another shower,” she says with a grin. “A cold one this time.”