Family Fitness Night Ch. 01
by AsylumSeeker
A father tries to encourage his family to spend more time together by setting up a family gym
It was New Year's eve as the Carpenter family sat in the living room sipping on champagne as they watched the final minutes of 2007 tick away. It was rare for the family to all be together; between work, school and church functions, at least one of them was usually absent. They all stood up and counted down the final ten seconds, raised their glasses, and welcomed the New Year.
"Happy New Year everyone!" their father, Greg, excitedly announced. "May it be a happy and healthy one for this family."
After the others sat back down their mother Linda got up and retrieved an open champagne bottle from the kitchen and topped off everyone's glass. She placed the nearly empty bottle on a coffee table and sat beside her husband of twenty-four years on a love seat while their kids, Ken and Janice, occupied a nearby couch.
"Happy New Year everyone!" their father, Greg, excitedly announced. "May it be a happy and healthy one for this family."
After the others sat back down their mother Linda got up and retrieved an open champagne bottle from the kitchen and topped off everyone's glass. She placed the nearly empty bottle on a coffee table and sat beside her husband of twenty-four years on a love seat while their kids, Ken and Janice, occupied a nearby couch.
Greg and Linda met in college, fell in love, and settled down. He was still the handsome man she married although was now in his mid-forties and had a protruding belly around his not-so-slender waist. For her part Linda was still the woman he loved, four years younger, with the same golden hair and blue eyes that first attracted him. And she was still just as slender and shapely as she’d been the day they first met.
Ken was twenty and halfway through his second year at the local community junior college. He was a handsome man with a slender build, dark hair, and hazel eyes.
His eighteen year-old sister Janice was a lovely young woman who would soon be graduating from high school. She was petite and had an athletic build, with shoulder-length reddish-blonde hair and the most beautiful emerald-green eyes.
"Has anyone decided on a resolution yet?" Greg asked, addressing the group.
When Greg didn't get any response, he targeted his son. "Well Ken, what about you? Janice?"
They both shrugged their shoulders uncertainly. Greg sighed, his disappointment evident.
"I've been doing some thinking and I've decided we're going to have a family fitness night twice a week," he announced, wondering what kind of reception his idea would receive. "Over the next couple of days Ken and I will clean out the basement and get it converted into a home gym."
Ken's reaction was immediate. "Oh come on, Dad, let me enjoy the Christmas break. I've been working hard all year!"
"A little lifting won't kill you," Greg responded. "Frankly, I thought you'd welcome the idea."
Janice spoke up next. "It's going to be pretty hard finding two nights a week when we can all get together. Get real, Dad. We're hardly all ever here at the same time."
"That's the point, everyone," he answered back. "Family is important and I don't think it's too much to ask this family to make each other a priority. As long as everyone is living under this roof they can, and will, commit to two nights a week for two hours."
A distraught expression appeared on Janice's otherwise pretty face. "Mom, talk some sense into your husband. Hello! This is, like, insane!"
Linda was finding herself caught in the middle. As a wife it was her responsibility to support her husband, yet she also harbored doubts about the long-term success of such a bold resolution. With so many external commitments, finding two nights a week when they could all meet would be difficult at best.
"We won't know for sure until we try," Linda responded as she tried to find the middle ground. "Let's just take things step by step. The basement needs to be cleaned out first, right? Let that be our first goal. The rest will follow later."
Janice sat back, feeling a sense of relief as common sense prevailed for the moment. She knew her dad had the family's best intentions at heart, but he could sometimes be too idealistic to see the obvious hurdles right in front of him.
She leaned over and whispered into Ken's ear, "Don't worry, it'll all be forgotten about in a few days."
Ken grimaced and drank a large gulp of champagne. "It's the next few days I'm worrying about."
Ken was twenty and halfway through his second year at the local community junior college. He was a handsome man with a slender build, dark hair, and hazel eyes.
His eighteen year-old sister Janice was a lovely young woman who would soon be graduating from high school. She was petite and had an athletic build, with shoulder-length reddish-blonde hair and the most beautiful emerald-green eyes.
"Has anyone decided on a resolution yet?" Greg asked, addressing the group.
When Greg didn't get any response, he targeted his son. "Well Ken, what about you? Janice?"
They both shrugged their shoulders uncertainly. Greg sighed, his disappointment evident.
"I've been doing some thinking and I've decided we're going to have a family fitness night twice a week," he announced, wondering what kind of reception his idea would receive. "Over the next couple of days Ken and I will clean out the basement and get it converted into a home gym."
Ken's reaction was immediate. "Oh come on, Dad, let me enjoy the Christmas break. I've been working hard all year!"
"A little lifting won't kill you," Greg responded. "Frankly, I thought you'd welcome the idea."
Janice spoke up next. "It's going to be pretty hard finding two nights a week when we can all get together. Get real, Dad. We're hardly all ever here at the same time."
"That's the point, everyone," he answered back. "Family is important and I don't think it's too much to ask this family to make each other a priority. As long as everyone is living under this roof they can, and will, commit to two nights a week for two hours."
A distraught expression appeared on Janice's otherwise pretty face. "Mom, talk some sense into your husband. Hello! This is, like, insane!"
Linda was finding herself caught in the middle. As a wife it was her responsibility to support her husband, yet she also harbored doubts about the long-term success of such a bold resolution. With so many external commitments, finding two nights a week when they could all meet would be difficult at best.
"We won't know for sure until we try," Linda responded as she tried to find the middle ground. "Let's just take things step by step. The basement needs to be cleaned out first, right? Let that be our first goal. The rest will follow later."
Janice sat back, feeling a sense of relief as common sense prevailed for the moment. She knew her dad had the family's best intentions at heart, but he could sometimes be too idealistic to see the obvious hurdles right in front of him.
She leaned over and whispered into Ken's ear, "Don't worry, it'll all be forgotten about in a few days."
Ken grimaced and drank a large gulp of champagne. "It's the next few days I'm worrying about."
* * * * *
Greg roused his son from sleep early the next morning. Ken loudly complained but reluctantly got up and dressed. The two men started to work cleaning out the basement.
It took two days to empty out and clean the large room, and a third day to paint it. Ken wouldn't admit it out loud, but it looked pretty good when they were finished. Another afternoon of his treasured vacation was spent shopping at a fitness store where his dad purchased a treadmill, weight bench with a large assortment of weights, two storage racks, and large padded workout mattresses.
"Can we buy a stereo for the gym too?" Ken asked as they loaded the heavy boxes into the bed of Greg's pickup truck. "We have to have music down there, right?"
Greg hated to put another charge on his credit card, but his son had been such a big help that he couldn't deny him that concession. "I'm sure you're right. I'll let you pick it out."
Once all of the boxes were carried to the basement Ken couldn't help but get excited. Greg could see that his son was starting to get more involved in the project, so he backed off and let Ken set up the stereo and home gym. Just knowing it was being done gave Greg a huge sense of relief. Seeing this first phase of the New Year's resolution being completed meant that the family workouts could soon get started.
After dinner that evening Greg called for a brief family meeting. "Thanks to Ken's help, the family gym is officially open. Beginning next week, each Tuesday and Thursday we'll meet in the basement for our family workouts."
Janice shook her head in disbelief. "This is so lame! I have things to do in the evenings. What about my homework?"
"I never said this would be easy," Greg responded. "We all have to commit for the good of the family, even if it means making sacrifices in other areas of our lives."
It took two days to empty out and clean the large room, and a third day to paint it. Ken wouldn't admit it out loud, but it looked pretty good when they were finished. Another afternoon of his treasured vacation was spent shopping at a fitness store where his dad purchased a treadmill, weight bench with a large assortment of weights, two storage racks, and large padded workout mattresses.
"Can we buy a stereo for the gym too?" Ken asked as they loaded the heavy boxes into the bed of Greg's pickup truck. "We have to have music down there, right?"
Greg hated to put another charge on his credit card, but his son had been such a big help that he couldn't deny him that concession. "I'm sure you're right. I'll let you pick it out."
Once all of the boxes were carried to the basement Ken couldn't help but get excited. Greg could see that his son was starting to get more involved in the project, so he backed off and let Ken set up the stereo and home gym. Just knowing it was being done gave Greg a huge sense of relief. Seeing this first phase of the New Year's resolution being completed meant that the family workouts could soon get started.
After dinner that evening Greg called for a brief family meeting. "Thanks to Ken's help, the family gym is officially open. Beginning next week, each Tuesday and Thursday we'll meet in the basement for our family workouts."
Janice shook her head in disbelief. "This is so lame! I have things to do in the evenings. What about my homework?"
"I never said this would be easy," Greg responded. "We all have to commit for the good of the family, even if it means making sacrifices in other areas of our lives."
* * * * *
Janice opened the basement door and descended a flight of steps into the converted basement. She hadn't been down there in months, and her initial thought was that it looked surprisingly nice. There was a fresh coat of white paint on the walls that really brightened the room. Someone had attached a white-board to one wall, and was keeping track of their workouts with a dry-erase marker.
Rock music was playing. Her brother was laying back-down on a workout bench. Suspended above his head, supported by the steel frame of the bench, was a barbell with weights on either side. Curious, she drifted over to him and watched.
"Want to spot me?" he asked as he looked up at her.
"I don't know what that is," she admitted. "This is all new to me."
Ken explained, "Just stand there while I lift, and if I can't push it back up far enough to get it on the rack, you reach down and help me."
"Oh... Okay, that sounds simple enough."
Janice knew it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but notice her older brother. He looked good as he lay back, shirtless, wearing only a pair of baggy gray shorts and tennis shoes. She watched, momentarily mesmerized, as his arm and chest muscles flexed while he lifted. His arms pumped the weight bar straight up and down as he counted in a whisper that was barely discernible over the music.
That was when she noticed the outline of his cock. As he lifted his manhood seemed to stiffen slightly, which was what caught her attention in the first place. It felt weird looking at her brother that way, but he was pretty big down there. The longer she watched the shifting outline of his cock, the guiltier she became. She tried averting her eyes several times, yet her gaze was continually drawn back to the arousing sight of him.
Janice was at that age when she was really starting to notice guys, but her own brother? And if she was looking at him that way, was he doing the same to her? She looked away from his crotch and down at his face. He was red and sweaty from the physical exertion, but his eyes... what were they staring up at? It seemed to Janice as if he was gazing up the inside leg of her short-shorts. Could he see the crotch of her panties from that angle?
Oh, gross! That was her immediate thought, but a moment later she felt her nipples tingling and getting hard. She looked down and saw the swollen tips eagerly pressing against the front of her t-shirt. There was a funny warmth behind her pussy as her young body started to get sexually aroused. It felt so strange, but in a good way.
Janice decided that if he was staring at her crotch, there was no good reason not to stare at his. So her eyes once more settled on the outline of his slightly stiffening manhood. She could even discern the shape of the rounded tip, which pushed upward against the fabric each time his arms pushed the weights up. In her mind she formed a mental picture of what his cock looked like, which further aroused her awakening body. A part of her wanted so badly to touch it.
"Janice, spot me! Spot me!" her brother urgently exclaimed in a strained voice.
Janice's mind jerked away from her thoughts and back to reality. She watched as Ken was struggling to return the weights to their resting place, with the bar listing to his right. Her hands grabbed it and helped him lift it all the way up, where it slammed down into position.
"You have to be paying attention," he complained, feeling guilty for staring up at her panty crotch while thinking sexual things.
"I'm sorry, I told you I don't know anything about this stuff!" she fired back defensively. "Besides, what would you have done if I wasn't here?"
He sighed in exasperation as he sat up. "If you weren't spotting me I wouldn't have taken so many reps!"
Janice played stupid. "Reps?"
Ken stood up and walked to the back of the bench. "Reps... Repetitions, you know. Never mind, this isn't going to work!"
"Try telling Dad that, he doesn't seem to agree."
He pulled off the locking pins and started pulling off the weights. "Do you want to try lifting?"
Janice shrugged her shoulders, still wary of their brief fight.
He smiled. "I'm sorry, okay? Come on, I'll make it light just so you can learn how to do it."
Her expression remained uncertain, but as he got it ready for her she returned to the bench. "No more yelling at me, even if I do something wrong, okay?"
He nodded. "I promise, I'm sorry about earlier."
Once things were ready he talked his sister through it. "Sit on the bench and lean back."
That seemed easy enough, which Janice did. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her back a bit more, placing her in the best position for lifting.
When he stood directly behind her, Janice realized she could see up the leg of his shorts. It took her a second to catch on that he wasn't wearing anything underneath, and she could see his soft cock hanging down! Her eyes had a direct, unhindered view of the smooth head of his manhood. Janice gasped loud.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all," she assured him, briefly closing both eyes tightly.
When her eyes reopened the view hadn't changed. Looking up at him got her body all weak and tingly, making her wonder how she'd be able to concentrate on a workout. She tried not to look at him, but that was next to impossible. And when she did, her nipples swelled and resumed their tingling.
As Ken stood over her petite, athletic body, he couldn't help but admire every visible inch of his younger sister. The short red t-shirt she was wearing hugged a nice set of firm breasts with surprisingly hard tips. It also left a narrow strip of her flat belly exposed. He already had a pretty good idea what her pussy looked like as her panty crotch had earlier formed around her feminine features. The denim short-shorts left much of her shapely legs bare.
In his mind Ken wanted to explore her sexy body with his hands and mouth. He knew thinking that way about his sister was incredibly wrong, but he couldn't help himself. His cock began to stiffen the longer he thought of sexual things, like squeezing her naked boobs and fingering her hot little cunt. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Ken tried forcing the dirty thoughts from his brain.
As Janice helplessly stared up at his bare cock, it began twitching and growing in size. The tip began changing color, from a reddish-pink to a darker reddish-purple. The tiny eye started glistening, as if it was beginning to get wet. Her own body reacted as well, her already-hard nipples straining while her belly filled with tingling warmth.
This can't be happening, she thought to herself in shock. Her brother was looking down at her and was getting an erection, which was then getting her hot. It was an impossible situation, one that had her growing increasingly uncomfortable...
"Grab it," Ken instructed as he held the weights above her chest.
Jarred from her thoughts she shifted focus to the weights and firmly grasped the knurled steel bar. It wasn't all that heavy, and once Janice had it under control he pulled his hands away.
"Keep it parallel with the floor, don't let the left side sag like that," he quickly pointed out. "See, it's not so bad. Now push it all the way up, just like that."
The physical activity had taken her mind off of his body. Instead of peeking at her brother's cock, her thoughts instead turned to the workout and keeping the weights parallel. As she lifted and lowered the weighted barbell, he encouraged her efforts.
"That's really good, you're doing great," he cheered her on, his eyes shifting between her arm motions and the outline of her straining nipples. "Good job, Janice. I'm so proud of you."
He could see that she had really nice tits. Even when she was lying down they didn't flatten out, but rather stayed firm and upright. When they jiggled they did so provocatively, like pudding in a bowl, quivering without losing their form. He was entranced by the sight of his sister working out. His cock continued growing, and before long his erection was painfully obvious as the hardened shaft pushed the left leg of his shorts away from his body.
After lowering the weights to her chest, Janice took a breather. Her flushed face was hot and she was starting to perspire. She happened to look up and saw his boner. With it hard like that, pushing out his shorts, she had a much better view of the stiff shaft. She could see a dark, pulsing vein under the rippled skin.
It felt so strange gawking at her own brother like that, but it gave her a thrill that had adrenaline surging through her system. It was undeniably exciting. A part of her wanted to reach up and give it a good squeeze. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Janice nodded. "Yeah, I'm just getting winded."
"Push it back up and I'll help you get it on the rack."
As she lifted the weights, he guided the bar back into its resting position. She remained on the bench, sweating and breathing heavily. Ken stepped away and removed the weights.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked.
"It was better than I thought," she admitted, her mind still thinking of his erection. "It is a good way of working out. Maybe next time I'll start with the treadmill to get warmed up."
Ken was a little surprised. "So you're actually going to go along with this family fitness night that Dad's been talking about?"
"We don't have much of a choice, do we?"
He chuckled. "Oh, you know Dad... if he pushes but you push back harder, he gives in."
"No, I'll give it a shot, the idea seems to make him happy," Janice decided.
He looked over at his sister, enjoying the view of her tempting body. A dark ring of sweat had soaked into the neckband on the front of her t-shirt. Below that her perky breasts stood upright, pushing out the front of the tight fabric.
"You don't have to wait for family night to work out, I'll be more than happy to work out with you whenever I'm around," Ken offered.
Janice smiled. "Thanks, I just might take you up on that."
Rock music was playing. Her brother was laying back-down on a workout bench. Suspended above his head, supported by the steel frame of the bench, was a barbell with weights on either side. Curious, she drifted over to him and watched.
"Want to spot me?" he asked as he looked up at her.
"I don't know what that is," she admitted. "This is all new to me."
Ken explained, "Just stand there while I lift, and if I can't push it back up far enough to get it on the rack, you reach down and help me."
"Oh... Okay, that sounds simple enough."
Janice knew it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but notice her older brother. He looked good as he lay back, shirtless, wearing only a pair of baggy gray shorts and tennis shoes. She watched, momentarily mesmerized, as his arm and chest muscles flexed while he lifted. His arms pumped the weight bar straight up and down as he counted in a whisper that was barely discernible over the music.
That was when she noticed the outline of his cock. As he lifted his manhood seemed to stiffen slightly, which was what caught her attention in the first place. It felt weird looking at her brother that way, but he was pretty big down there. The longer she watched the shifting outline of his cock, the guiltier she became. She tried averting her eyes several times, yet her gaze was continually drawn back to the arousing sight of him.
Janice was at that age when she was really starting to notice guys, but her own brother? And if she was looking at him that way, was he doing the same to her? She looked away from his crotch and down at his face. He was red and sweaty from the physical exertion, but his eyes... what were they staring up at? It seemed to Janice as if he was gazing up the inside leg of her short-shorts. Could he see the crotch of her panties from that angle?
Oh, gross! That was her immediate thought, but a moment later she felt her nipples tingling and getting hard. She looked down and saw the swollen tips eagerly pressing against the front of her t-shirt. There was a funny warmth behind her pussy as her young body started to get sexually aroused. It felt so strange, but in a good way.
Janice decided that if he was staring at her crotch, there was no good reason not to stare at his. So her eyes once more settled on the outline of his slightly stiffening manhood. She could even discern the shape of the rounded tip, which pushed upward against the fabric each time his arms pushed the weights up. In her mind she formed a mental picture of what his cock looked like, which further aroused her awakening body. A part of her wanted so badly to touch it.
"Janice, spot me! Spot me!" her brother urgently exclaimed in a strained voice.
Janice's mind jerked away from her thoughts and back to reality. She watched as Ken was struggling to return the weights to their resting place, with the bar listing to his right. Her hands grabbed it and helped him lift it all the way up, where it slammed down into position.
"You have to be paying attention," he complained, feeling guilty for staring up at her panty crotch while thinking sexual things.
"I'm sorry, I told you I don't know anything about this stuff!" she fired back defensively. "Besides, what would you have done if I wasn't here?"
He sighed in exasperation as he sat up. "If you weren't spotting me I wouldn't have taken so many reps!"
Janice played stupid. "Reps?"
Ken stood up and walked to the back of the bench. "Reps... Repetitions, you know. Never mind, this isn't going to work!"
"Try telling Dad that, he doesn't seem to agree."
He pulled off the locking pins and started pulling off the weights. "Do you want to try lifting?"
Janice shrugged her shoulders, still wary of their brief fight.
He smiled. "I'm sorry, okay? Come on, I'll make it light just so you can learn how to do it."
Her expression remained uncertain, but as he got it ready for her she returned to the bench. "No more yelling at me, even if I do something wrong, okay?"
He nodded. "I promise, I'm sorry about earlier."
Once things were ready he talked his sister through it. "Sit on the bench and lean back."
That seemed easy enough, which Janice did. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her back a bit more, placing her in the best position for lifting.
When he stood directly behind her, Janice realized she could see up the leg of his shorts. It took her a second to catch on that he wasn't wearing anything underneath, and she could see his soft cock hanging down! Her eyes had a direct, unhindered view of the smooth head of his manhood. Janice gasped loud.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all," she assured him, briefly closing both eyes tightly.
When her eyes reopened the view hadn't changed. Looking up at him got her body all weak and tingly, making her wonder how she'd be able to concentrate on a workout. She tried not to look at him, but that was next to impossible. And when she did, her nipples swelled and resumed their tingling.
As Ken stood over her petite, athletic body, he couldn't help but admire every visible inch of his younger sister. The short red t-shirt she was wearing hugged a nice set of firm breasts with surprisingly hard tips. It also left a narrow strip of her flat belly exposed. He already had a pretty good idea what her pussy looked like as her panty crotch had earlier formed around her feminine features. The denim short-shorts left much of her shapely legs bare.
In his mind Ken wanted to explore her sexy body with his hands and mouth. He knew thinking that way about his sister was incredibly wrong, but he couldn't help himself. His cock began to stiffen the longer he thought of sexual things, like squeezing her naked boobs and fingering her hot little cunt. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Ken tried forcing the dirty thoughts from his brain.
As Janice helplessly stared up at his bare cock, it began twitching and growing in size. The tip began changing color, from a reddish-pink to a darker reddish-purple. The tiny eye started glistening, as if it was beginning to get wet. Her own body reacted as well, her already-hard nipples straining while her belly filled with tingling warmth.
This can't be happening, she thought to herself in shock. Her brother was looking down at her and was getting an erection, which was then getting her hot. It was an impossible situation, one that had her growing increasingly uncomfortable...
"Grab it," Ken instructed as he held the weights above her chest.
Jarred from her thoughts she shifted focus to the weights and firmly grasped the knurled steel bar. It wasn't all that heavy, and once Janice had it under control he pulled his hands away.
"Keep it parallel with the floor, don't let the left side sag like that," he quickly pointed out. "See, it's not so bad. Now push it all the way up, just like that."
The physical activity had taken her mind off of his body. Instead of peeking at her brother's cock, her thoughts instead turned to the workout and keeping the weights parallel. As she lifted and lowered the weighted barbell, he encouraged her efforts.
"That's really good, you're doing great," he cheered her on, his eyes shifting between her arm motions and the outline of her straining nipples. "Good job, Janice. I'm so proud of you."
He could see that she had really nice tits. Even when she was lying down they didn't flatten out, but rather stayed firm and upright. When they jiggled they did so provocatively, like pudding in a bowl, quivering without losing their form. He was entranced by the sight of his sister working out. His cock continued growing, and before long his erection was painfully obvious as the hardened shaft pushed the left leg of his shorts away from his body.
After lowering the weights to her chest, Janice took a breather. Her flushed face was hot and she was starting to perspire. She happened to look up and saw his boner. With it hard like that, pushing out his shorts, she had a much better view of the stiff shaft. She could see a dark, pulsing vein under the rippled skin.
It felt so strange gawking at her own brother like that, but it gave her a thrill that had adrenaline surging through her system. It was undeniably exciting. A part of her wanted to reach up and give it a good squeeze. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Janice nodded. "Yeah, I'm just getting winded."
"Push it back up and I'll help you get it on the rack."
As she lifted the weights, he guided the bar back into its resting position. She remained on the bench, sweating and breathing heavily. Ken stepped away and removed the weights.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked.
"It was better than I thought," she admitted, her mind still thinking of his erection. "It is a good way of working out. Maybe next time I'll start with the treadmill to get warmed up."
Ken was a little surprised. "So you're actually going to go along with this family fitness night that Dad's been talking about?"
"We don't have much of a choice, do we?"
He chuckled. "Oh, you know Dad... if he pushes but you push back harder, he gives in."
"No, I'll give it a shot, the idea seems to make him happy," Janice decided.
He looked over at his sister, enjoying the view of her tempting body. A dark ring of sweat had soaked into the neckband on the front of her t-shirt. Below that her perky breasts stood upright, pushing out the front of the tight fabric.
"You don't have to wait for family night to work out, I'll be more than happy to work out with you whenever I'm around," Ken offered.
Janice smiled. "Thanks, I just might take you up on that."
* * * * *
That night Janice logged onto the computer in her bedroom. She checked her buddy list and saw that he was on-line. She didn't know who “he” was, just a friendly person in cyber-space who kept trying to talk her into letting him see her. Janice knew better than that, but they'd gotten to be good friends, and she felt as if she could tell him anything
I saw a guy for the first time. You know, a cock. It was the first time in real life, and it was my brother's, of all people. My family has suddenly turned into workout nuts and he was spotting me on the weight bench. I'm not sure if it was accidental or intentional, but I saw it through the leg of his shorts. I'm pretty sure he was looking at me, too. And I don't mean just looking, but “looking”, if you know what I mean.
At first I was shocked, but then I kept staring without knowing why. It was the weirdest thing. And the longer I looked, the more my body responded. It's impossible to explain, but watching him turned me on. Am I sick or twisted or something? Has this happened to you?
Janice was on the verge of tears. She sent the message and kept staring at the monitor, waiting for his response. It didn't take too long.
It's normal, don't worry. You wanted to touch it, didn't you? If he doesn't mind, you should try. I'd love for you to tell me after you did. I felt the same way about my sister. You two should talk.
Janice read the response several times, unsure what to make of it. Was it genuine, or self-serving? It was so hard to know. A few moments later another message followed.
Is it bigger than mine?
Janice gasped and giggled as a close-up of a hard cock popped up in a window. She couldn't help but laugh and it immediately made her feel better. She typed a quick response.
You're nasty.
We really need to meet sometime. Why won't you let me? We could have such a good time together.
She nodded her head in disbelief while typing her answer. You already know why. I have to go. Be in touch later.
Good night my beautiful princess.
Janice logged out and called it a night. After peeling off her short-shorts and t-shirt she carefully folded them over the back of a chair. Clad only in panties, bare perky breasts and their pink tips jiggling, she anxiously slipped beneath the crisp, cool sheets of her bed, anticipating a good sleep. But her mind was restless.
"Hi, I was hoping you might join me," her soft voice whispered into the darkness as she imagined her brother slipping under the sheets alongside her. "You're sweating... have you been working out again?"
"You might say that," his imagined voice answered. "How does that feel?"
Janice felt his hard cock throbbing against her lower belly. The fingers of her right hand wrapped around the throbbing shaft.
"It feels wonderful. I saw it when we were working out."
He chuckled. "Good, you were supposed to. Did you like looking at it?"
She smiled. "I did, very much."
"And I loved staring at you. Next time, don't wear any panties under your shorts, so I can see your pussy better."
Even in the middle of her fantasy, things were turning weird. "You're creeping me out."
"Take off your panties, you know you want to," the virtual brother pressed. "I want to slide my cock so deeply inside your cunt."
She cringed. "I haven't been with anyone before."
"Come on, Janice, I'm your older brother. We belong together."
"I don't know..." she responded uncertainly.
Janice imagined it was his fingers tugging at the last piece of clothing covering her body. The elastic waistband stretched as she pulled it down. The thin panel of fabric cloaking her crotch reluctantly pulled away from her fur-fringed sex, leaving it exposed.
Her legs moved in up-down scissor-like motions as she pulled them free of the panties. When the clothing was kicked to the bottom of the bed her slender, shapely legs shifted far apart.
I saw a guy for the first time. You know, a cock. It was the first time in real life, and it was my brother's, of all people. My family has suddenly turned into workout nuts and he was spotting me on the weight bench. I'm not sure if it was accidental or intentional, but I saw it through the leg of his shorts. I'm pretty sure he was looking at me, too. And I don't mean just looking, but “looking”, if you know what I mean.
At first I was shocked, but then I kept staring without knowing why. It was the weirdest thing. And the longer I looked, the more my body responded. It's impossible to explain, but watching him turned me on. Am I sick or twisted or something? Has this happened to you?
Janice was on the verge of tears. She sent the message and kept staring at the monitor, waiting for his response. It didn't take too long.
It's normal, don't worry. You wanted to touch it, didn't you? If he doesn't mind, you should try. I'd love for you to tell me after you did. I felt the same way about my sister. You two should talk.
Janice read the response several times, unsure what to make of it. Was it genuine, or self-serving? It was so hard to know. A few moments later another message followed.
Is it bigger than mine?
Janice gasped and giggled as a close-up of a hard cock popped up in a window. She couldn't help but laugh and it immediately made her feel better. She typed a quick response.
You're nasty.
We really need to meet sometime. Why won't you let me? We could have such a good time together.
She nodded her head in disbelief while typing her answer. You already know why. I have to go. Be in touch later.
Good night my beautiful princess.
Janice logged out and called it a night. After peeling off her short-shorts and t-shirt she carefully folded them over the back of a chair. Clad only in panties, bare perky breasts and their pink tips jiggling, she anxiously slipped beneath the crisp, cool sheets of her bed, anticipating a good sleep. But her mind was restless.
"Hi, I was hoping you might join me," her soft voice whispered into the darkness as she imagined her brother slipping under the sheets alongside her. "You're sweating... have you been working out again?"
"You might say that," his imagined voice answered. "How does that feel?"
Janice felt his hard cock throbbing against her lower belly. The fingers of her right hand wrapped around the throbbing shaft.
"It feels wonderful. I saw it when we were working out."
He chuckled. "Good, you were supposed to. Did you like looking at it?"
She smiled. "I did, very much."
"And I loved staring at you. Next time, don't wear any panties under your shorts, so I can see your pussy better."
Even in the middle of her fantasy, things were turning weird. "You're creeping me out."
"Take off your panties, you know you want to," the virtual brother pressed. "I want to slide my cock so deeply inside your cunt."
She cringed. "I haven't been with anyone before."
"Come on, Janice, I'm your older brother. We belong together."
"I don't know..." she responded uncertainly.
Janice imagined it was his fingers tugging at the last piece of clothing covering her body. The elastic waistband stretched as she pulled it down. The thin panel of fabric cloaking her crotch reluctantly pulled away from her fur-fringed sex, leaving it exposed.
Her legs moved in up-down scissor-like motions as she pulled them free of the panties. When the clothing was kicked to the bottom of the bed her slender, shapely legs shifted far apart.
I'm scared," she whispered to nobody.
"I just want to touch it."
"Okay," Janice nervously consented; "Just a little."
Her left hand reached up to a breast, fingers lightly caressing the smooth mound. Her nipple immediately swelled and began tingling, throbbing with every beat of her heart. When the tip of her index finger rubbed the extreme end of the enlarged nipple shaft, she gasped and shuddered with growing excitement. She took the tip between two fingers, gently twisting and pulling on the nub.
Tingling jolts traveled down her body to her pussy. It responded to the stimulation, immediately getting warm and moist. Her pulsating body quickly awakened to the intimate touching. Janice's pulse and breathing quickened with arousal.
"You can touch me down there if you want to, Ken," she invited in a needy voice. "Just be gentle."
Imagining it was him, her right hand moved down between her quivering thighs. The tip of the index finger pushed between the silky strawberry-blonde curls of pubic hair and tenderly caressed the outer lips. Her heart raced as the excitement flared. Her slender hips involuntarily began pushing upwards in thrusting motions, anxiously meeting the exploring finger.
"That feels nice," her voice softly cooed. "You can push a little harder if you want."
She increased the pressure, gasping quietly as the index finger slipped between the folds and entered her warm slit. Her lithe body tensed and shuddered as Janice curiously fingered her moistening cunt. Her hips thrust harder, pelvis rotating in tiny circles as she intimately probed her own femininity. Seeping essence dampened her velvet-smooth valley and lubricated the finger.
"Go a little higher," she hurriedly whispered. "Yeah, a little more..."
Janice's body convulsed in sheer delight as her fingers contacted the enlarged clitoris. Powerful tingling sensations of pleasure rushed through her flesh, igniting a fire of desire deep in her loins. The fingers of her left hand tightened around the straining nipple, squeezing to the point of pain.
"Oh Ken, yes," she moaned; "Just like that."
As she lay beneath the covers of her bed in the isolated darkness of her room, Janice quietly moaned while anxiously rubbing on her swollen clit. Flowing juice seeped from her sex, which she periodically dabbed at and smeared over the smooth walls of the slit. Her body cringed and shook as an orgasm began to build.
"Uhhh!"
Her petite, athletic form clenched hard as a climax erupted. Essence soaked her cunt as joyous tingling delight surged through her lower belly. Her moans became stifled cries as her body curled into a fetal position, fingers frantically rubbing and squeezing as intense sensations of ecstasy briefly consumed her.
The orgasm left her physically spent and breathless, but the sexual relief was wonderful. As she lay there trying to sleep she could feel wetness trickling from her satisfied pussy and soaking into the sheet below.
Next door, with a wall and just a few feet separating them, Ken sat at the foot of his bed opposite a modest color TV and played a video game with a pair of headsets on. But his mind really wasn't on the game, but rather was still thinking of his sister. And the things he was thinking were far from brotherly.
His mind was fixated on the view he had of her panty-clad pussy up the leg of her sexy short-shorts. They were just baggy enough where he could get a good peek at her crotch. The thin panties tightly hugged her pussy, molding to the shape of her womanly curves. A few curly strands of strawberry-blonde hair even peeked out from beneath the elastic border, making it quite clear the color down there matched the rest of her.
He wondered what it would be like to run his hands up and down those silky-soft inner thighs, caressing the skin with his palms and fingers. And then pushing them higher, sneaking a finger up and gently rubbing it over the outline of her pussy lips...
Ken pushed the headsets off and threw down the game controller in frustration. Ever since that workout with Janice he couldn't think straight. All of his thoughts were sexual in a very unnatural way. He silently wondered if she was experiencing anything similar, or if he was the only crazy one.
On impulse he got up, opened his door, and walked next door. He knocked on his sister's door.
Janice was curiously sniffing her moist fingers, checking out her feminine scent. She raised them to her lips and hesitantly licked, testing the tangy flavor of her wetness. The knock startled her.
"Yeah?" she called out.
Ken opened the door and was greeted by darkness. "Oh, I uh... I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out together for a while, but I guess not."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "We never hang out."
"I just thought it would be nice to have some company, that's all," he quickly explained.
She sighed. "I can't tonight, I have school tomorrow."
"Maybe this weekend, then," he suggested.
"Yeah, maybe," she responded in a dismissive tone. "Good night."
"Good night," he added before closing the door.
Once back in his own room Ken put the video game away. He was bored and had only one thing on his mind. After reaching under the bed he pulled out a few issues of a dirty magazine. The models were about his sister's age and one of them bore a striking resemblance to Janice, but the hair was a darker red. Still, the two looked similar enough for what he had in mind.
Ken got up, making sure the door was locked before getting undressed. He was feeling horny and his cock was already getting hard. He got into bed and sat up, keeping the magazines close at hand.
It didn't take much looking before he swelled to full size, pushing the blankets up as his cock expanded underneath. With the pornographic images fresh in his mind, he closed his eyes and began stroking his cock as he mentally created a new fantasy...
He was spotting Janice, standing over her as she got ready to lift. In a joking way he challenged her to complete fifteen reps or lose her t-shirt. Since she'd had no problem with twelve reps before, Janice smiled up at him and agreed.
He counted along with her as each repetition grew increasingly harder. Janice's cute face turned red and sweaty from her efforts to lift the weights. Her entire body tightened as her arms flexed, pushing the barbell up the thirteenth time. She lowered the weights and briefly rested, trying to catch her breath. Her arms tried to push the weights up, but it was too much. Watching her struggle, Ken intervened and helped her get the barbell back on the rack.
He told her it was a good attempt, and he'd only been kidding about the t-shirt. But Janice wanted to prove her word was good, and asked him to take her t-shirt off. After catching her breath his sister sat up on the bench. Ken joined her, sitting down in front. He was nervous as his hands grabbed the bottom of her sweat-moistened top.
She smiled reassuringly and extended her arms above her head. He lifted the shirt up and over her breasts, head, and arms. After letting the fabric flutter to the ground he sat back down and openly gawked at her firm boobs.
They were incredible. His eyes drank in the beauty of the smooth, creamy swells. Small, dimpled areolas surrounded two impressive pink tips which stood upright at a slight angle. His hands hesitantly reached up, cupping and squeezing on the soft mounds. They were so supple, firm, and resilient. He loved how they felt and responded to his loving caresses.
When he asked if she lost on purpose Janice denied the assertion, explaining that she was too competitive for that. She maintained that he'd won fair and square, but admitted she wanted a chance to touch him as well.
She reached her hands out and teasingly ran the fingers up both inner thighs. He gasped aloud when they disappeared inside the legs of his shorts. His body tightened when she touched his semi-rigid cock, which quickly ballooned in size. Her soft, warm fingers surrounded his stiff shaft and squeezed.
His lower belly clenched hard as it filled with tingling pressure. Ken couldn't believe how wonderful it felt having her touching him down there. Why'd they wait so long to do this? He groaned in pleasure as his cock strained; he was so impossibly hard that the shaft was practically on the verge of exploding...
He was surprised how quickly he reached climax. At the last moment he reached for the rag he kept for such things in the top drawer of his bedside table but couldn't get there in time. He kicked the covers down and stared at his towering manhood, the reddish-purple tip milky wet with leaking cum.
Ken kept pumping his cock, toes curling and body clenching as his seed began its ascent. He softly grunted as he ejaculated, firing a powerful burst of cum several feet into the air, which gravity claimed and splattered onto his chest. His hand kept stroking as several more geysers erupted, each one weaker than the one before, until his balls were drained.
"I wish I could've done that with Janice," he admitted in disappointment.
"I just want to touch it."
"Okay," Janice nervously consented; "Just a little."
Her left hand reached up to a breast, fingers lightly caressing the smooth mound. Her nipple immediately swelled and began tingling, throbbing with every beat of her heart. When the tip of her index finger rubbed the extreme end of the enlarged nipple shaft, she gasped and shuddered with growing excitement. She took the tip between two fingers, gently twisting and pulling on the nub.
Tingling jolts traveled down her body to her pussy. It responded to the stimulation, immediately getting warm and moist. Her pulsating body quickly awakened to the intimate touching. Janice's pulse and breathing quickened with arousal.
"You can touch me down there if you want to, Ken," she invited in a needy voice. "Just be gentle."
Imagining it was him, her right hand moved down between her quivering thighs. The tip of the index finger pushed between the silky strawberry-blonde curls of pubic hair and tenderly caressed the outer lips. Her heart raced as the excitement flared. Her slender hips involuntarily began pushing upwards in thrusting motions, anxiously meeting the exploring finger.
"That feels nice," her voice softly cooed. "You can push a little harder if you want."
She increased the pressure, gasping quietly as the index finger slipped between the folds and entered her warm slit. Her lithe body tensed and shuddered as Janice curiously fingered her moistening cunt. Her hips thrust harder, pelvis rotating in tiny circles as she intimately probed her own femininity. Seeping essence dampened her velvet-smooth valley and lubricated the finger.
"Go a little higher," she hurriedly whispered. "Yeah, a little more..."
Janice's body convulsed in sheer delight as her fingers contacted the enlarged clitoris. Powerful tingling sensations of pleasure rushed through her flesh, igniting a fire of desire deep in her loins. The fingers of her left hand tightened around the straining nipple, squeezing to the point of pain.
"Oh Ken, yes," she moaned; "Just like that."
As she lay beneath the covers of her bed in the isolated darkness of her room, Janice quietly moaned while anxiously rubbing on her swollen clit. Flowing juice seeped from her sex, which she periodically dabbed at and smeared over the smooth walls of the slit. Her body cringed and shook as an orgasm began to build.
"Uhhh!"
Her petite, athletic form clenched hard as a climax erupted. Essence soaked her cunt as joyous tingling delight surged through her lower belly. Her moans became stifled cries as her body curled into a fetal position, fingers frantically rubbing and squeezing as intense sensations of ecstasy briefly consumed her.
The orgasm left her physically spent and breathless, but the sexual relief was wonderful. As she lay there trying to sleep she could feel wetness trickling from her satisfied pussy and soaking into the sheet below.
Next door, with a wall and just a few feet separating them, Ken sat at the foot of his bed opposite a modest color TV and played a video game with a pair of headsets on. But his mind really wasn't on the game, but rather was still thinking of his sister. And the things he was thinking were far from brotherly.
His mind was fixated on the view he had of her panty-clad pussy up the leg of her sexy short-shorts. They were just baggy enough where he could get a good peek at her crotch. The thin panties tightly hugged her pussy, molding to the shape of her womanly curves. A few curly strands of strawberry-blonde hair even peeked out from beneath the elastic border, making it quite clear the color down there matched the rest of her.
He wondered what it would be like to run his hands up and down those silky-soft inner thighs, caressing the skin with his palms and fingers. And then pushing them higher, sneaking a finger up and gently rubbing it over the outline of her pussy lips...
Ken pushed the headsets off and threw down the game controller in frustration. Ever since that workout with Janice he couldn't think straight. All of his thoughts were sexual in a very unnatural way. He silently wondered if she was experiencing anything similar, or if he was the only crazy one.
On impulse he got up, opened his door, and walked next door. He knocked on his sister's door.
Janice was curiously sniffing her moist fingers, checking out her feminine scent. She raised them to her lips and hesitantly licked, testing the tangy flavor of her wetness. The knock startled her.
"Yeah?" she called out.
Ken opened the door and was greeted by darkness. "Oh, I uh... I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out together for a while, but I guess not."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "We never hang out."
"I just thought it would be nice to have some company, that's all," he quickly explained.
She sighed. "I can't tonight, I have school tomorrow."
"Maybe this weekend, then," he suggested.
"Yeah, maybe," she responded in a dismissive tone. "Good night."
"Good night," he added before closing the door.
Once back in his own room Ken put the video game away. He was bored and had only one thing on his mind. After reaching under the bed he pulled out a few issues of a dirty magazine. The models were about his sister's age and one of them bore a striking resemblance to Janice, but the hair was a darker red. Still, the two looked similar enough for what he had in mind.
Ken got up, making sure the door was locked before getting undressed. He was feeling horny and his cock was already getting hard. He got into bed and sat up, keeping the magazines close at hand.
It didn't take much looking before he swelled to full size, pushing the blankets up as his cock expanded underneath. With the pornographic images fresh in his mind, he closed his eyes and began stroking his cock as he mentally created a new fantasy...
He was spotting Janice, standing over her as she got ready to lift. In a joking way he challenged her to complete fifteen reps or lose her t-shirt. Since she'd had no problem with twelve reps before, Janice smiled up at him and agreed.
He counted along with her as each repetition grew increasingly harder. Janice's cute face turned red and sweaty from her efforts to lift the weights. Her entire body tightened as her arms flexed, pushing the barbell up the thirteenth time. She lowered the weights and briefly rested, trying to catch her breath. Her arms tried to push the weights up, but it was too much. Watching her struggle, Ken intervened and helped her get the barbell back on the rack.
He told her it was a good attempt, and he'd only been kidding about the t-shirt. But Janice wanted to prove her word was good, and asked him to take her t-shirt off. After catching her breath his sister sat up on the bench. Ken joined her, sitting down in front. He was nervous as his hands grabbed the bottom of her sweat-moistened top.
She smiled reassuringly and extended her arms above her head. He lifted the shirt up and over her breasts, head, and arms. After letting the fabric flutter to the ground he sat back down and openly gawked at her firm boobs.
They were incredible. His eyes drank in the beauty of the smooth, creamy swells. Small, dimpled areolas surrounded two impressive pink tips which stood upright at a slight angle. His hands hesitantly reached up, cupping and squeezing on the soft mounds. They were so supple, firm, and resilient. He loved how they felt and responded to his loving caresses.
When he asked if she lost on purpose Janice denied the assertion, explaining that she was too competitive for that. She maintained that he'd won fair and square, but admitted she wanted a chance to touch him as well.
She reached her hands out and teasingly ran the fingers up both inner thighs. He gasped aloud when they disappeared inside the legs of his shorts. His body tightened when she touched his semi-rigid cock, which quickly ballooned in size. Her soft, warm fingers surrounded his stiff shaft and squeezed.
His lower belly clenched hard as it filled with tingling pressure. Ken couldn't believe how wonderful it felt having her touching him down there. Why'd they wait so long to do this? He groaned in pleasure as his cock strained; he was so impossibly hard that the shaft was practically on the verge of exploding...
He was surprised how quickly he reached climax. At the last moment he reached for the rag he kept for such things in the top drawer of his bedside table but couldn't get there in time. He kicked the covers down and stared at his towering manhood, the reddish-purple tip milky wet with leaking cum.
Ken kept pumping his cock, toes curling and body clenching as his seed began its ascent. He softly grunted as he ejaculated, firing a powerful burst of cum several feet into the air, which gravity claimed and splattered onto his chest. His hand kept stroking as several more geysers erupted, each one weaker than the one before, until his balls were drained.
"I wish I could've done that with Janice," he admitted in disappointment.
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