Chapter 2

When Jenny woke up from her nap she wasn't sure of the date, time, or place. She unwrapped herself from the bedspread, startled to find herself stark naked, the bedspread under her ass moist, as if she'd wet the bed, she began to put things together, to recall what had happened before she'd fallen asleep. She hadn't taken an afternoon nap in many years, and she had never in her life slept stark naked, so at first she thought she might be dreaming, dreaming that she'd just woken up from a nap, dreaming that she was naked.

She pinched herself on the tender skin of her flank, to see if it would hurt.

"Ouch!" she said. She had definitely had not dreamed that pinch.

She stretched and yawned and forced herself to get up. She felt groggy. She felt like going back to sleep and sinking back into blissful forgetfulness, for she remembered now, remembered all that had happened since she'd got home from school this afternoon, and her face turned red with shame.

She debated whether to take a cold shower, a sort of punishment for her filthy behavior, or whether to put on her gymnastics outfit and do some hard exercise. She decided on the exercise. She needed activity to help take her mind off things.

Since nobody was going to see her, she didn't bother to put on a support bra or panties under her one-piece gymnastics uniform. Her legs and feet were naked, and she tied up her hair in back in a ponytail. Then she went down to the basement, which was outfitted with a large exercise mat, weights, and gymnastics equipment. On the exercise mat she sank immediately into a full split and began doing bending stretches. Since she wasn't warmed up, the stretches hurt, but pain was what she was after--she deserved punishment for her shameful behavior.

When Skip arrived home from wrestling practice an hour later, Jenny was dripping with sweat. She'd just about knocked herself out with stretching, calisthenics, and vigorous exercises on various apparatus. Skip, dressed in jeans, T-shirt, and athletic shoes without socks, dropped his gym bag on the floor and smiled at his twin sister, who was stretching in the full split position up on the balance beam, her toes pointed, a look of determination on her face.

"Hey, Sis, take it easy, there ain't any coach around to slave drive you today--or any parents, either. You're gonna pull a muscle and lay yourself up for a week."

Jenny looked up, wiping sweat off her face. She couldn't remember when she'd ever worked out so hard.

"I'm almost done," she said. "Mom left microwave dinners for us. I'll pop them in in a few minutes."

"Cool it," Skip said. "No need to hurry. I'm gonna take it easy with the folks gone, take a vacation of my own, not bust my ass rushing around doing homework and stuff. It's gonna be a relief having them off my back for a few weeks."

Jenny brought her legs together and slid down off the balance beam. As her feet hit the mat, a wave of dizziness caused her to lose her balance, and she staggered. She'd literally knocked herself out by overdoing her exercises.

Skip caught her before she fell, and her head fell against his chest. "Hey, are you all right?"

Wrapped in her brother's arms, Jenny started to tremble, and Skip held her tighter, pressing up against her. He stroked her head. His leg pressed up between her thighs, rubbing hard against her crotch.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

A wild excitement saturated Jenny's loins and suddenly she found herself in the throes of an orgasm. She clung to her twin brother, her body shuddering, her spasming teen crotch pressed to his muscular thigh. Her eyes rolled back and her bare toes clutched at the mat. The orgasm lasted only a few seconds, then passed away as quickly as it had come on.

Jenny pushed out of her brother's arms, trying to laugh. "I'm all right. I think I hyperventilated or something. I was doing some deep-breathing exercises before you came in."

Skip studied her. "I thought you were gonna faint. You sure you're all right?"

"Of course, silly." Jenny did a cartwheel to show that she'd regained her balance. Her ponytail flip-flopped.

"If you say so," Skip said. He picked up his gym bag. "You know how to operate the washer and dryer? I got a shit-load of workout clothes to wash."

"I'll wash them for you," Jenny said.

"I can do it," said Skip. "Just show me how to operate the machines."

"I said I'll do it," Jenny said, taking the gym bag away from her brother. "And dinner will be ready in a half hour."

Skip went upstairs and Jenny went to the basement laundry room. She emptied Skip's gym bag on the floor--T-shirts, gym trunks, sweat-socks, and a jockstrap. Jenny began loading the clothing into the washer, but paused when she discovered that the pouch of Skip's jockstrap was moist. The woven, elastic pouch had supported Skip's balls only a short while ago at wrestling practice. Jenny started to tremble again and her breathing quickened.

What's happening to me? she thought. Then, as if she'd lost control of herself, she lifted the jockstrap to her nose and inhaled the scent of her brother's ball-sweat.

Her head whirled inside and she fell against the washer to keep from falling over with dizziness.

Am I losing my mind? she wondered. What am I doing? But even as she wondered, she couldn't help herself and she kept the jockstrap pressed to her nose, inhaling the scent of her brother's balls. Her right hand moved down between her thighs and her middle finger slipped under the crotch of her gymnastics uniform and up into her cunt. She started finger-fucking herself.

Each inhalation of her brother's ball-scent caused such a rush of excitement through her body that she nearly came. Her middle finger pistoned rapidly in her cunt and her fuck-juices dribbled down her hand and thighs. She couldn't stop herself. It was as if she were losing her mind. The throbbing feelings overwhelmed her body and she cared about nothing else but the pleasure.

"Oh, Skip!" she moaned, rocking her loins and humping as she finger-fucked her pussy. She chewed on the sweat-moist jockstrap, sucking on it. She wanted to eat it, to swallow the flavor of her brother's balls. She closed her eyes, remembering how Skip had held her just minutes ago, and suddenly she was over the brink. Her eyes crossed as her body jerked with ecstasy.

She rubbed the jockstrap all over her face as she came, her pussy sucking fiercely at her thrusting middle finger, her body trembling with each delicious spasm. She leaned against the washer for support. If it hadn't been there, she would have collapsed on the concrete floor and rolled herself into a ball, squeezing her thighs together and crushing out the itchy, throbbing pleasure that racked her cunt.

When she'd regained her senses and caught her breath, she dropped the jockstrap into the washer with the rest of her brother's clothing and she set the water temperature to hot. Before she went upstairs, she wiped the insides of her thighs clean of pussy-juice with a towel.

At the dinner table a half hour later, Skip sat across from Jenny without either shoes on or a shirt. Jenny could hardly take her eyes off his muscles. Because she couldn't see the lower half of his body, he looked stark naked to her. From time to time his bare feet and her bare feet accidentally met under the table, and Jenny quickly drew her feet back. When this happened Skip would glance up and smile at her, and Jenny's face would flush with heat.

"I suppose you wanna know why I'm not wearing a shirt at the dinner table," Skip said.

"You read my mind," Jenny said.

"I'm not wearing a shirt just for the hell of it," Skip said. "Know what I mean? I mean, why wear a shirt on a warm evening like this just because I'm eating dinner? It's stupid. A guy oughta be comfortable."

"Mom would have a fit," Jenny said.

"I know," Skip said. "So would Dad. Which makes it that much more fun. They got all these stupid rules we're supposed to follow, even if the rules don't make any sense. Well, while they're gone I'm only gonna do what makes sense to me. Do you realize this is the first time in our lives we've been left alone in this house? This is the first time in my life I've ever been able to do what I want around here."

"I know what you mean," Jenny said.

Skip laughed, then patted his bare stomach and belched.

That night, for the first time that Jenny could remember, she couldn't sleep. She usually fell sound asleep at night the moment her body hit the bed, and then she slept like a dead person. Nothing short of somebody shaking her violently and shouting her name repeatedly could wake her up once she had slipped into deep sleep. Her mother often complained about the ordeal it was trying to wake up Jenny for school in the morning.

Maybe it was the accidental nap this afternoon that was interfering with her sleep now. Or maybe it was that her mind wouldn't stop churning. She kept thinking about the things she'd found in Skip's dresser drawer--the panties and cunt-hairs, the notebook in which he'd written things she couldn't believe. And then she remembered the way he'd caught her this afternoon in his arms and the way she'd immediately had an orgasm. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. How could such a thing have happened? And she remembered the smell of Skip's jockstrap, still moist with the sweat of his balls. She'd actually sniffed it. She must have been out of her mind. And she'd jerked off sniffing it. How could she have done such a thing?

Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly when some light started beaming in under her bedroom door. Somewhere out there Skip had turned on a light. She listened for the sound of him using the bathroom, but she couldn't hear anything. Her bedside digital clock read nearly one in the morning. What was Skip doing up at this hour? Maybe he couldn't sleep either. She strained her ears for a while longer, then, hearing nothing, she got up as quietly as she could and stole from her room to investigate.

The hallway light was off, as was the bathroom light. Down at the end of the hallway, light beamed out through Skip's half open door. Holding her breath, Jenny tiptoed toward the light. She was dressed in nothing but her negligee. Peeking around Skip's half open door, she looked into his bedroom.