Rubbing her groin up against his bare buttocks, she wiggled her little toes and let her thoughts flow back to the evening before when Gloria had cleaned out her scumfilled cunt with her darling tongue, cleaning her thighs, licking her pussy hair until it was soaking wet, then deciding to tongue wash her all over.
Beth giggled to herself as she recalled the strange sensations as Gloria tongued her asshole, dipping her tongue in deep, licking her bottom globes next, wetting her skin with her delicious saliva.
She remembered Gloria licking down her legs. How she wet each little toe; how she then took each toe into her warm mouth, finally licking and sucking on it as if each toe were a little prick.
Beth loved it when Gloria sucked the bottoms of her feet; and when she felt her loving tongue licking her heels and her ankles. She loved when Gloria took all of her little toes into her mouth and Gloria asked her to wiggle them all around, Gloria's mouth opening wider and wider, then Gloria running Beth's saliva-coated toes all over her naked breasts, or all over her face.
Beth remembered dozing off, then being helped off Gloria's bed and led into the living room where Gloria helped her in next to her sleeping brother. Gloria kissed her goodnight and this was the last she recalled.
Reaching around her brother's waist, she slid her left hand down over his flat belly. Lower and lower until her fingers brushed against the top of his fine pubic hair.
Then she felt the base of his fully erect prick. Her fingers curled around it. She ran her fist up to the top and his penis began to throb in her little hand.
She thumbed the head of it and before long it was really leaping in her fist. Beth loved piss hardens. They were delicious to suck and lick, but they weren't too much fun to fuck first thing in the morning because they shot off too fast.
And when they did, she'd noticed since she'd been fucking her brother, that the scum wasn't the same. It didn't taste the same. It wasn't as creamy and there didn't seem to be too much of it compared to other times when Jeffrey would explode into her mouth, or into her cunt.
Taking down the light blanket that covered their naked bodies, Beth slid down on the bed. When her face was even with his naked buttocks, she rolled him over more on his side. This did not awaken him; and this came as no surprise to Beth. Jeffrey was very hard to wake up.
Very gently, she began to rub her lips over his warm buttocks. She loved to sniff his naked body first thing in the morning.
She began to lick his bare bottom. One of her hands crept down between her thighs. She felt her pussy. It was still a little tender, raw from her brother's savage fucking the evening before.
Beth was grateful for Gloria's ministrations. Her warm, healing saliva had done a great deal to help her little pussy feel better, God, had her cunt been raw the last time her brother had fucked! She'd even thought it might be bleeding and for some reason, she remembered, the thought of his drawing her blood had excited her.
Spreading his buttocks open a bit with her fingers, she took a long time staring at his asshole. She loved his tight little asshole, just as much as she knew that he loved her anus.
Bending her head, sticking out her little tongue, she dipped the tip of it into his hole. He didn't make a move. Neither did his anus respond and it usually did when she tongued it.
Pulling her fingers from between her thighs, she sniffed them. Her cunt had no odor at all. She put one finger into her mouth, she sucked on it, then spit on it, coating it with her saliva.
Then she bent her face closer to his naked bottom. Still holding his buttocks open with her left hand, she formed a glob of spit in her mouth. Raising her face up a bit, she opened her lips. She let the gob of spit fall right on target. This amused her and she giggled softly.
Now she brought her face closer. Sticking out her tongue and holding his buttocks really wide open, she began to tongue his little asshole.
Jeffrey didn't stir.
Not satisfied that he was in a good position, she took a chance of awakening him. She rolled him over until he was flat on his stomach, his enormous prick pressed up against his belly.
Kneeling, she spread his legs open. She then moved over him, kneeling between his open legs. She bent her face again and holding his buttocks wide open she again dabbed her tongue into his sweet asshole.
She spit again and again, pretending she was dropping bombs right into his asshole. Each time a gob of her salvia would become two gobs, she'd mix it up with her finger and rub this into the entrance of his anus.
Pretty soon he was well anointed with her spit. She grinned as she kneeled back. God, she thought to herself, if I only had a prick of my own, I'd really fuck fuck fuck him. For days now, and she had never felt like this before, she'd had this fantastic desire to fuck her own brother.
Still kneeling between his open legs, she began to jerk off her clitoris as she stared down at his spit-covered asshole. She could imagine her "prick" sliding in and out of his asshole.
As she continued to masturbate, she wondered what it would be like to watch him with another boy, a boy with a very nice prick that she would suck on first, making it really hard… and then when it was almost ready, she would spit into her brother's hole, getting it all nice and slippery wet so that when this imaginary boy aimed his nice cock at the entrance to Jeffrey's asshole, it would slip in so sweetly that Jeffrey would love to be getting fucked up his ass.
Once she and him had discussed this possibility but nothing had ever come of it. They'd also discussed his fucking her up the ass, but like the other, nothing had come of this either. There was no real reason one way or the other. It never happened, that's all.
Beth shook her head. Maybe she would say something about this to Gloria. Would Gloria approve or disapprove? Well, Beth wasn't sure. She would wait for the right time and bring up the subject; but surely, not when Jeffrey was around.
Deciding to leave him asleep a little longer, because after all, he had been very good good good to her, she climbed off the bed. She passed through Gloria's bedroom. She was sound asleep under the covers. In the bathroom, Beth ran the tub as quietly as she could.
She went into the little kitchen through the curtains. Gloria had shown her where the things were. Beth made herself a cup of hot tea. She sat on the toilet drinking it, staring dreamily into the tub as it filled with hot water.
Yes, she told herself, she was happy. Good fortune had finally smiled upon them. She caressed her breasts, glancing down at them. God, how Gloria loved to fondle and kiss her breasts, how she adored caressing them and sucking on her nipples; and how much, oh how very very much Beth loved to have Gloria make hot passionate love to her twin under the water, fell between her parted thighs. She slid two fingers deep up inside her slippery cunt. She began to move them in and out ever so gently, loving the feel of the different textures, the slimy slipperyness of her cunt and the slightly harder feel of the warm bath water.
She wondered how Gloria's friend, the electrician, had made out with getting one or two of their suitcases out of their van. It was such a dangerous thing to do. God, how she missed that van! She loved the kind of fun she and Jeffrey had had in it, traveling around, going where they wanted to go when they wanted; not being pushed by anyone.
Beth loved her independence, but now, as she lay in the tub, she began to think about the differences. She enjoyed being with Gloria so much, in Gloria's cozy apartment. It'd been so long since she'd been in a kind of, well, stationary place like an apartment.
As she began to compare the differences, warm water lulling her into a pleasant world in which she was soon floating as if she were sailing through a wonderland on a bed of soft, fluffy white clouds.