Chapter 3

Jeff went ahead and hopped in the shower. He always thought he smelled mousey after masturbating and the shower ruse helped often. The whole spontaneous blow-job discovery characterized Jeff's intellectual gifts. He just seemed to understand things, even new things, the very first time he came across them. Cathy, on the other hand, was more meticulous. OK! Anally retentive and obsessive compulsive come closer to the truth. Her near-perfect memory and tenacious attention to detail made her the real scholar of the two, but Jeff's light-speed comprehension of new things challenged her on occasion.

While Jeff was drying himself off he heard a scream from his sister's room.

"Jeff! Help! Help!" Cathy kept yelling.

He threw a towel around his hips and sopped down the hall to her room where he found her hanging from the motor housing of the ceiling fan at the top of her cathedral ceiling. He stopped in his tracks as soon as he edged past her doorframe though. There hung his pantiless sister kicking and screaming. Jeff started to get hard while watching the beautiful girl squirm.

"Jeff! Help me down!"

"Uh!"

"Jeeeefff!"

He tore his eyes away long enough to notice that the step-ladder she had been using to change a lightbulb was laying on its side. A package of Sylvanias had gotten thrown across the floor and the new bulb Cathy had taken out had shattered against the wall. Cathy had dropped the old bulb she had just gotten out right below the fan and its smashed slivers carpeted the floor right beneath her.

"Just a second, Cat. I'll grab my shoes." Jeff ran back to the bathroom and slipped into his untied Nikes and returned to set the ladder up.

"You'll need to stay up there while I get the floor clean unless you want me to find you some shoes."

"Jeff Frye, there is no way I'm letting my sloppy brother rummage through my closet!"

"OK!"

Cathy noticed the growing bulge in his towel. She also noticed that Jeff's eyes hardly strayed from her lower abdomen the entire time they were talking. As he left to get the broom and dustpan from the kitchen, she smiled to herself.

"Things seem to be moving as I anticipated." She thought to herself.

Jeff returned to the room and started sweeping up the mess.

"What were you doing changing the lightbulb dressed like that, anyway?" he asked her with a little force in his voice.

"Well, I knew you were in the shower and mom and dad won't be home for hours. When I got undressed to change into my sweats, I noticed a tear in my panties and I wanted to see what was in my jeans that might have snagged them. I was just getting them turned inside out when the bulb blew. I figured I could run and grab the stuff and have it all done by them time you got out of the shower, so I just toodled around to do just that."

Cathy noted Jeff's cessation of the cleanup while she talked. The entire time his eyes contemplated her nakedness. While she waited for him to return with the cleaning utensils she carefully positioned herself on the edge of the top rung of the step ladder so that her bare pussy winked out from between her firm thighs. Jeff's unstoppable engorgement displayed itself nicely for her as it lifted the sarong-wrapped towel higher and higher.

Cathy kept up her innocent babble for a little while longer. As Jeff got larger and larger, her eyes grew wider and wider.

"Man, he really is huge!" Cathy though to herself.

Eventually the towel failed in its ability to conceal the anaconda and Jeff's leviathan erection sprang out from between the criss-crossed ends of the towel.

"Oh-oh!" Jeff grabbed for the towel ends.