Listening to Jack
Part 6
The next morning, things were very, very strange for Emily.
She awoke with a blissful smile on her face, still incredibly happy from the wonderful night she’d spent with her twin brother Jack, and with her mother. She still couldn’t exactly remembered what they’d done … but Emily supposed that didn’t matter. Whatever they’d done, it had been amazing. All because of Jack. And Jack had promised that there would even more fun in store for her, later in the evening, something very special …
Emily giggled in delight. She couldn’t wait.
Oh, Jack, Emily thought dreamily, you’re so, so good to me …
Emily was still thinking of Jack when she finally got up and headed for her morning shower. He was all she could think of – for some reason, she couldn’t think of anything else. Not that she minded, of course. She especially liked to think of her brother with his shirt off, with that long, lovely cock of his dangling between his legs …
Thoughts of her sexy brother were still running through Emily’s head as she went downstairs to grab some quick breakfast before school. She opened the fridge, absently daydreaming of Jack’s tongue lapping at her pussy – I bet he’s a fantastic pussyeater, Emily lazily mused – and then, she felt the cold air wash over her bare skin. Emily shivered.
It was only then that Emily realized she’d come downstairs to the kitchen completely naked.
Embarrassed, Emily’s face started to turn red … and when she glanced over her shoulder, her face turned bright crimson. Her younger brother Todd was sitting at the table, dressed in a grubby t-shirt and rumpled khaki shorts. He was staring in shock at her ass, and at the wispy, teasing tufts of her pussy hair that was visible from behind. His mouth was open, slack with surprise and wonder … and then he closed it, with a leering grin stretching across his round face instead.
“Nice ass, Emily,” Todd finally said. “Forget something this morning?” He went back to eating his cereal, but his eyes never left the slender, naked body of his sister. Emily could feel his gaze wandering all over her flesh, savoring every inch of it.
Looking over to the side of the refrigerator, Emily saw that she’d left a bag full of her school clothes, all neatly folded and ready to wear, right by the doorway. Her shoes were right next to the bag. Her face still burning with embarrassment, Emily stared at the bag, completely bewildered. She knew that she must’ve dropped the bag right at the door, right before she’d come into the kitchen … except she didn’t remember doing that. At all. And even besides that, she couldn’t for the life of her think of why she would’ve done that in the first place.
Why didn’t I get dressed in my room? Emily wondered, totally mystified. She heard Todd let out a loud, wicked chuckle. She shuddered, feeling completely humiliated. God, I’m so fucking stupid … better get dressed, and stop giving Todd a free show. Little fucking pervert … I wouldn’t mind if it was Jack looking at me, but Todd … he’s such a little creep … .
Emily tried taking a step towards her clothes.
Instead, she found herself standing still, in front of the open refrigerator. Much as she wanted to go put on her clothes … she couldn’t bring herself to do it. As humiliating as having Todd leer at her while he ogled the sight of her supple, naked flesh, it was also turning her on as well. As Todd’s eyes roved over her body, she felt a hunger awakening inside her body, and a delicious warmth starting to burn between her legs.
Which was even more humiliating.
Which turned Emily on even more …
Mortified, Emily grabbed her yogurt out of the refrigerator. She walked towards the table – and towards Todd – clutching the small container in her hand, realizing that she was giving her brother a spectacular view of her breasts, and her pussy. She thought vaguely of folding her arms over her chest, or doing something to cover herself up, except she couldn’t for some reason. She couldn’t even bring herself to sit down at the table, so at least she could use the table to hide the lower part of her body from her gawking brother. Instead, she stood across the table from Todd, eating spoonfuls of yogurt straight from the container with long, slow licks … saying nothing, and sucking lewdly on the spoon as her brother stared lasciviously at her.
As Emily silently ate her breakfast, keeping her body on full display for her brother Todd, she heard the sound of stairs faintly creaking. Maybe it’s Jack, she thought excitedly. Before Emily knew what was happening, though, she felt a slender arm wrap around her slim waist, and suddenly her mother Chelsea was there, naked as she was, leaning in to kiss her.
It’s not Jack, but it’s almost as good, Emily thought. Smiling wickedly, she put down her yogurt and leaned in to kiss her mother, eagerly exploring her mother’s mouth with her probing tongue. Emily held her mother’s head as she kissed her, pressing her breasts insistently against her mother’s ample chest, sighing and squealing as her mother slid a hand down her thigh to give it a hard, playful slap. She closed her eyes, as bright flashes of pink and emerald green suddenly danced in front of her eyes … and when Emily opened them again, all was good. Amazingly good.
Emily also thought she heard the sound of a cereal spoon clattering to the floor, along with some sort of strangled cry of utter disbelief. She wasn’t entirely sure, though. She was enjoying the lewd, passionate kiss that she shared with her mother far too much to care about falling spoons.
“Morning, angel,” Chelsea said playfully to Emily, softly biting on her daughter’s lower lip and she pulled away from their kiss. “Sleep well?”
“Mmm … yes,” Emily replied with a smile. “Slept great, Mom.”
It suddenly didn’t seem all that strange that she was naked anymore. In fact, it made perfect sense. She didn’t understand why she’d been so uptight about being naked in front of her horny younger brother. Mischievously, Emily picked up her yogurt container, and dabbed a big pink dollop of yogurt onto one of her mother’s luscious breasts. She dipped her head down and began to lightly slurp the yogurt off her mother’s tit, looking up adoringly at her mother’s gorgeous face as she ran her tongue and teeth over a delicious yogurt-drenched nipple.
“Oh, you naughty thing, you,” Chelsea said to her daughter. “I can’t wait to play with you again, Emily.” She sighed contentedly as her daughter sucked her breasts. “I can’t wait for tonight … Jack’s got some special plans for you, and for me … for us …”
After a few long moments, though, Chelsea gently pulled herself away from Emily, although the reluctant look on her face clearly showed how much she longed to be even more intimate with her daughter. “But that needs to wait until tonight,” Chelsea said to Emily. “You need to take your brother to school. And I … I need to meet with Jack, and … your father. He’s … he’s going to be home this afternoon … back from his business trip … Jack needs to discuss … things with him, and so do I …”
A confused look crossed Chelsea’s face for a moment. Then she shook her head, and smiled brightly. “It’ll all be fine,” she said cheerfully to her daughter. She gave Emily a tender kiss on the cheek. “Jack will fix everything. He always does.”
Chelsea took a tall glass out of one of the nearby cabinets, and headed to the refrigerator, giving Todd a chaste, loving kiss on the top of his head. If she noticed the raging hard-on threatening to explode out of her younger son’s tented khaki shorts, she gave no indication of it. “Since I need to talk with Jack and your dad today, Todd, you’ll need to go to school with your sister again this morning. Is that a problem, sweetie?”
“Uh … n-no … that’s … uh … holy fuck, Mom, I … uh …” It was Todd’s turn to be turning bright red. He stammered and fidgeted, glancing long looks at his mother’s naked flesh, then his sister’s, and then pretending to look at the floor. His chubby face was a sea of blank confusion, unable to even comprehend what he’d just seen his hot mom and his even hotter sister doing with each other. Emily smirked at her bewildered brother, loving it as she watched him squirm for a change.
I love it when the tables turn,, Emily thought. Though, to be honest, she didn’t quite understand why Todd was acting so weird. It wasn’t like he’d never seen the two of them kiss before …
“Language, Todd,” Chelsea said chidingly to her son. “Don’t say fuck unless that’s what you plan on doing.” She took a pitcher of orange juice out of the refrigerator, and poured herself a glass. She walked casually back to the table, sitting next to Todd. Sipping at her juice, she placed her hand lightly on Todd’s thigh. Todd flinched hard, his eyes wide with shock, practically falling out of his chair as his mother touched him.
“Why so nervous?” Chelsea asked her son, genuinely puzzled. “Relax, dear. I’ll make you something special for dinner tonight …” Chelsea sipped again at her orange juice, and then abruptly snapped her fingers. “Oh. Right. Emily, two important things. I put your headphones in your bag, on top of your clothes. Jack says you need to listen to them again today. Also, I made an appointment for you at a salon later today, after school. For a waxing. I asked them for the porn star special. When they’re done with you, there won’t be a single hair on that sweet beautiful pussy of yours.” Chelsea ran a finger around the rim of her glass, and smiled. “My appointment’s tomorrow …”
Todd leaped out of his chair. Literally. “Uh, Em, can you, uh, get dressed?” Todd blurted out, stumbling as he lunged to grab his backpack. “I, uh, shit, don’t want to be, um, late for school, or something.”
Emily and Chelsea looked at Todd, mildly puzzled by his outburst, and his confusion. But Emily nodded agreeably. “Sure,” she said to her brother, “not a problem. Although this is the first time I think you’ve ever wanted to be early for school …”
Heading to the doorway, Emily opened her bag. Quickly, she got dressed, putting on a powder blue bra and matching blouse, along with a ridiculously short black pleated skirt. She didn’t bother with panties. She threw on some white stockings and pulled on some black heels, and looked expectantly at her brother. “Ready?”
Todd didn’t say anything. He had the expression of someone who’d recently taken one too many punches to the head. He only nodded, though he moved like he was in slow motion.
“Have fun at school,” Chelsea said brightly, still sitting naked at the kitchen table. She waved to her two children. “And, Emily … good luck?”
“Good … luck?” Emily replied. She gave her mother a quizzical look. “Good luck for what?”
“Cheerleading practice, angel,” Chelsea answered. “Your last practice with Donna is today … official tryouts are tomorrow, remember?”
Emily nodded. “Of course,” she said, even though she was lying. She’d almost forgotten about trying to make the cheerleader squad. Odd, since she’d thought about little else for weeks. It almost didn’t seem all that important anymore. But she smiled at her mother as she picked up her headphones, placing them gently in her ears. “Practice today will be amazing. I just know it.”
Opening the door, Emily gestured to the car, which sat in the driveway. She looked at her brother Todd. “You ready?” she asked him.
Emily watched as Todd bolted for the car. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him move that fast before in my life, she thought in wonder. Or want to go to school so bad …
Still puzzled by Todd, Emily shook her head, and headed for the car, her headphones blaring their droning, tuneless noise into her ears once more.